In a town without a name, in a heavy downpour
Thought he passed his own shadow by the backstage door
Like a trip through the past, to that day in the rain
And that one guitar made his whole life change
Why do people hurt us so
Only those in love would know
What a town without pity can do
I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
If you feel you’re getting bored. I feel numb. I feel numb.
For all time
Looking for something to remind me
Something out the corner of my eye
Why can’t I feel it?
Why should I try?
Well, how can I forget you girl?
When there is always something there to remind me
Always something there to remind me
Young girl get out of my mind
my love for you is way outta line
better run girl, your much too young girl
He doesn’t look a thing like Jesus
But he talks like a gentleman
Like you imagined when you were young
An open door, an extended hand,
What can I say, I understand
She talks like a bird yet she walks like a man
She’ll be here tonight, I understand
She hunts in a pack yet she ends up alone
Sayin’ love put me wise to her love in disguise
She had the body of a Venus, Lord imagine my surprise
That, that dude looks like a lady
That, that dude looks like a lady
Well I’m not dumb but I can’t understand
Why she walked like a woman and talked like a man
And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys
Ripped and raw, her voice at the door
Walks in, expecting him, finds something more
Says maybe these boys want to do some talking
[The one song of theirs that I outright loathe…]
I said, “How do you do? My name is Sue.
Now you’re gonna die!”
Sussudio oh oh
[speaking of songs I loathe]
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
[HATE IT HATE IT HATE IT. I’ll be in hell until December 26]
All the drunks dressed up like Santa Claus
Ring Salvation Army bells
[right there with you, CheshireKat]
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those silly toys
We’ll beat you up if you don’t hand it over
We want your bread so don’t make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
She’s a rich girl
She don’t try to hide it
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
She lived on a curve in the road
An old tar paper shack
On the south side of the town
On the wrong side of the tracks