Long ago things to be Ive got a garden hose and a color tv I've got time on my hands I've got time on my hands Nobody cares what I do Long ago things
Your brains went black, when she took back her love And put it out into the sun, the birds did fly When the heavens all went dry And the cigarettes were
Stand outside with a suitcase (There's a forcefield round my neck) Walk around all the while (And it stands just where I sat) Look at the people driving
Fourteen rivers, fourteen floods Bend your body to the heavens above Don't get drunk, don't get dry Just bring your money next Saturday night Fourteen
a dog Stay up all night, getting drunk Sleeping on a hollow log Walk 'til you're restless Sleep 'til you're tired Wake up without thinking You're the one
Definitely this is the wrong place to be There's blood on the futon There's a kid drinking fire Going down to the sea They got people to meet Shaking
Well, there ain't nobody left to impress And everyone's kissing their own hands This 666 on the kitchen floor Ain't no fire in the pan? I get lonesome
There's nobody, there's no mountain There's no tunnel You can't get from there to here You can't get here to there There's nobody, there's no mountain
Close your eyes and see water Sliding up the back of your head Folding into your clothing Covering everything you said Climb up into No one's gonna miss
From these shores where we belong I have seen the land beyond Where the Lord is strange and strong I have seen the land beyond There's no telling who
I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids The world is your oyster and the trash bags are your kids The ceiling is invisible, there's a bird sinkin
Open up the door Lay the orange juice on the floor We're having a picnic on the other side of town There's sleeping bags and fire And it's getting down
I turned up the flames And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise Well, you be livin' one foot in the grave Yeah, don't go throwin' no coupons on my grave
Seventeen years in the city, static clinging to the ceiling Never did I think it would come to this (Outcome is different than I expected) Never did I
You're just the girl of my dreams But it seems my dreams never come true You're just the girl of my dreams But it seems my dreams never come true I first
I turned up the flames And then I realized I was out of mayonnaise Well, you be living' one foot in the grave Yeah, don't go throwing' No coupons on my grave
Översättning: Beck. En fot i graven.
Översättning: Jeff Beck. En fot i graven.
