Someday girl, I don’t know when, were gonna get to the place where we really want to go, and we’ll walk in the sun. But til then, tramps like us, baby, we were born to run.
Every fool has a reason for feeling sorry for himself.
In a restless heart the seed of betrayal lay.
There’s a girl across the bar, I get the message she’s sending. Mmm, she ain’t looking too married, and me, well, I’m pretending.
Jack the Rabbit and Weak Knee Willie, you know they’re gonna be there. Sloppy Sue and Big Bones Billy, they’ll be coming up for air.
Roy Orbison is singing for the lonely, hey, that’s me and I want you only.
So I bought a forty-four magnum, it was solid steel cast, and in the blessed name of Elvis, well I just let it blast ’til my TV lay in pieces.
Nothing matters in the whole wide world when you’re in love with a Jersey girl.
Your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts, may the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart.
The wise men were all fools, what to do?
Go-kart Mozart was checking out the weather chart to see if it was safe outside.
I got a house full of Rembrandts and priceless art, and all the little girls they wanna tear me apart.
She went away, she cut me like a knife Hello beautiful thing, maybe you could save my life In just a glance, down here on magic street Loves a fool’s dance And I ain’t got much sense, but I still got my feet.
I took a month long vacation in the stratosphere, and you know it’s very hard to hold your breath.
We’re a long, long way from home, Bobbie; Home’s a long, long way from us. I feel a dirty wind blowing; Devils and dust.
Baby, this town rips the bones from our back it’s a death trap, it’s a suicide rap. We got to get out while we’re young.
If the angels are unkind or the season is dark Or if in the end Love just falls apart Well then here’s to our destruction Baby let me be your soul driver.
Some guys they just give up living, and start dying little by little, piece by piece.
When I die throw my body in the back and drive me to the junk yard in my Cadillac.
Remember all the movies, Terry, we’d go see? Trying to learn how to walk like the heroes we thought we had to be And after all this time to find we’re just like all the rest Stranded in the park and forced to confess To hiding on the Backstreets.