Lie Down on Landsdowne

{Soft Rock 2 Version} Love's a lot like Landsdowne Street The H and the K, the way we get with every guy that we meet It's pretty sweet Always find someplace to get some sleep Sometimes we sleep with sheiks Sometimes we sleep with the straight-up freaks Roll around with such tweaky creeps Down by the docks, they pull the rocks from their socks Some body turns on the tunes And pulls the blues from his hat-band He's in a rock band, they're called The Wristband And they slug it out in clubland The dancer overdid it with the liquid tan I want to talk about the liquid tan I said "I didn't know you did it too, I knew you did a little distribution" We're all just sitting, dreaming, applying cream on our abrasions And memorizing the rock rags Sometimes we sleep stars, we get off in fancy cars Mostly it's 3-2 bars and scars and tar Sometimes it's so wide open, rolling on the floor and moaning for me The flossy gangsters, the gangster floozies So concerned to learn that movies are just movies The bitchy rock bands, the rock band bitches Hitched to the hits and the misses getting hitched to all those Scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags The scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags Scumbags, junk jags and the rock rags And the scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags We're the jetlag We're the dimebags We're the scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags We're the scumbags on the junk jags in the rock rags