Hey, remember all those psychedelic nights When your head come loose and floated into the lights And all them girls without any tops at all Down in the
Every night the same light shines From your eyes and back to mine With a vision of the love We thought was true But the darkness of the world out there
Yeah, she got them red eyes Ah, from doin' the red pills And she says it's for the high times Yeah, she says it's for thrills So she done reds, with
I'm a high straight in Plainview Side bet in Idalou and a fresh deck in New Deal Yeah, some call me high hand an' some call me low hand But I'm holdin
Cocktails for three Oh, it's gettin' to me Yeah, passin' afternoons Sittin' in these cocktail rooms Yeah, from nine to five, I'm in the pink 'Cause after
Oh my mother She is a mountain And her breast It touch the sky And my father He is a river Running through her Sweet bye and bye And my sister She is
See how the rain falls from the sky Drifting down From your high mountain's eye But don't look surprised, you're going home Yeah you're leaving L.A.
Well they found her dead Face down in a ditch And they chased and caught That son of a bitch Ain't no top 40 song They put him on trial He killed her
Well it's not silly When she brings you your chili To grab a cracker And distract her with a crunch A cracker crunch 'Cause you'll only see her once
Running naked down the state highway Runnin naked in the middle of the day Runnin naked like a tom cat's behind Runnin naked but the cat don't seem to
Well, I drove down to El Paso on my business Well, I was just another executive workin' for the bank When I crossed that border line, I dropped my business
From the east side of Chicago To the down side of L.A. There's no place that he goes We don't bow down to him and pray Yeah we follow him to the slaughter
His lonely is only A blank space in my hallway On the wall way between the hanging Of paintings of lonely that ain't lonely at all Hey, the Art Mob's
Snow White Angel On the wings Of a snow white angel He played steel guitar And the drugs Broke his brain Off into angles But his fingers Played true
Well I'm feelin easy baby Breezin through the blues Bout half-sleazy baby But who's to pick-n-choose I got the tattoos A pierced ear A bottle of that
Hey up on the Cap rock, me and my baby ride Goin' a hundred miles an hour, 'cause this old Ford can still fly Got Four Roses in a sack an we ain't lookin
Well, I was caught up with myself On the highway at night Drivin' like a bat outta hell When I beheld an amazing sight It was a lonely apparition By
Hey I don't need no chicken shit Business man tellin' me what to do Even if you ain't got no business Same thing goes for you I don't need no sweet faced
