Viceburgh

Tiger can't talk, he's got shoes to shine Said it's pretty dry We could try the guy up on 1st and 59th If he's still alive The call girl stalls and let's her voicemail take it She says, "hey, I ain't here Besides, I quit that business" The door was locked so we knocked on the next one And here's this guy, he's got a bulletproof vest on Said, "you guys look desperate Give you an address" Said, "you guys look gorgeous Dig all that Blistex" - and Headbanger let down your hair Pull me up into your black-light lair Take me back around your secret stairs Sell me shares in your vacant stare Missed the train and we walked around the fence Found some beds and went down on them again Queen went clean, yeah, she ran out of screen She said, it's too much hassle It's too much hustling I'll miss the people but I won't miss the feeling Of 6 am burning like split lips and bourbon - hey, Angel Remember that cat had the hat that said "Sharks" His jacket said "Jets" And he signals two guys, windows of highrises Went down in Dogtown Drive through turned into a drive by Left us so dry and decreasingly high Increasingly shaky, hey jerky These trashers seem a little tweaky Yeah, these hesher guys are tryna give me hi-fis But they don't stick the sugar packets inside Ripped and dripping down all over the barfly She's taking off her tavern jacket last night I swear I saw your face up there in the footlights She was mouthing the words to the national anthem She was lifting her skirt just like a three-dollar dancer We were hanging around, just kicking "Walk Like a Panther" Praying that your princess would pick up her pager Sad ravers, and freight elevators Fucking the skyscrapers, living on Lifesavers, baby Sad ravers and freight elevators Sucking on skyscrapers, living on Lifesavers, baby