Home again, house sittin' again Riflin' through Your possessions and stuff The things that you are ashamed of Home again, house sittin' again Lookin'
When you cut your lover's slack You'll get a fucking monster back Information indiscreet It's just an acrobatic trick Disintegrates at 2000 feet Vanishes
Sack the maid put her in chains until She says that it's painless and I couldn't care less Twenty years, married to a lazy lover Twenty years, mixing
Well the desk porter laughed News of our legend and our exploits Traveled far from bell-hop to hired car All this and more Modern History On the third
First child and a showbiz son Always hide where you come from Mother got out of rehab and I was born I was starstruck when I was young It's never too
For my bride Thought my life would be right Took her bowling got her high Got myself a showgirl bride Took a job on the side In a health shop keeps me
You may be wary of fallen stars They're always poking around in the dark The aerial view of a dying man Screaming out, "Can you help me, invisible man
When I first saw the child brides Two bridegroom boys at their side Genevieve in union with holy communion Marriage the younger wife And the child brides
Some of the clothes you stole from your lover's home Make you glow in the dark Make you light up the room on your own Formative years were a drag But
People 'round here Don't like to talk about it Presumed dead, unsolved child murder Since they dragged the lake You know they seemed au-fait Cordoned
Taking out the garbage at the Columbia hotel Nobody got a ticket out of cripple town Better call suspension, Bakelite and dial We'll take the fucking
We first met, it was raining In a house with bay windows And all the fittings and fixtures And a catalogue of injury She's got a credo in underground
New brat in town New brat in town Who's been found, counting aloud When there's a new brat in town Your precious things You're precious dear And a chat
She's going downtown But she comes from uptown Where the brokers and the dealers socialize She's going downtown 'Cos shes a poet And the Chinese bakery
Never saw your driver's eyes Or me on parking street We were plannin' your demise Your chauffeur's tired but you're still on heat Downtown You're burnin
You've had your fill of laughing gas And pacing 'round the waiting room Heard you moved into an empty house When they broke into the girls bedroom The
There were mourners on the street of every shape and size The motorcade came down from Redondo Assassins on the corner tried to throw you a line You dirty
Want a girl to hold my hand When the plane lands When the cracks appear in the plan And the rocks turn into sand Better call my new French girlfiend