I want love, but it's impossible A man like me, so irresponsible A man like me is dead in places Other men feel liberated I can't love, shot full of
Oh, it's carnival night and they're stringing the lights around you Hanging paper angels, painting little devils on the roof Oh the furnace wind is a
In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin' black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon
In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotti are partners At the Hotel Flamingo, wearing black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon
bought from me Reality's just black and white The sentimental things I'd write Never meant that much to me I used to be the main express All steam and whistles heading west
Everything is slower here, everybody's got a union card They get up on Sunday, go to church of their choice Come back home, cook out in the backyard And
In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners At the Hotel Flamingo, wearing black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon
I?m stoned in the twilight, screamin' on the inside Give me your water, help me survive Gonna miss the sunlight when I lose my eyesight Give me my red
I'll take a rainy day To make a champagne shower Poach some horn and tusk To build an ivory tower Been to Philadelphia The day it was closed I walked
You can take her Make her change her name You and your old money dance around the flame But you can never, never love her like me You can charm her Calm
We bet on our lives and we bet on the horses In that upstairs apartment on Orlando and fourth And the rent was due and the rent man was knockin' Like
It's a case I guess of paradise lost Ten years back on the hands of the clock In that little house on Mansfield on your old block Sometimes the magic
Oh, I'm a dark diamond I've turned hard and cold Once was a jewel with fire in my soul There's two sides of a mirror One I couldn't break through Stayed
Some days I think it's all a dream The things I've done, the places that I've been This life of mine seemed surreal at times Wasted days and nights in
been there drinking on that front porch Angry kids, mean and dumb Looks like a painting, that blue skyline God hates fags where we come from 'Western
There's some things I don't have now Some things I don't talk about These things are between myself and I In my thick skull the joker hides There's consequences
Either way Either way Either way Would do Whether she calls me Or answers the phone Or leaves me here waiting All on my own It?s lovely Just thinking
Verse 1: And the truth is I don?t know Whereever I?m gonna go I gotta find truth for sho Else what am I digging for? Been Lookin at chu all day Been
