(3:48) I've been drinkin' the devil's milk Smokin' memories made of silk I grew up lived my life and died I've been mentally crucified I live in a pit
You wanna be like Errol Flynn Captain Blood was a whore You wanna be like Gary Cooper High on a horse You wanna be like Lorne Chaney Howlin' at the moon
who give up the world An all those people hit me They just knock me down in cardboard town, come on down, cardboard town Down in the gutter sleepin' with the dogs
I THINK IT'S LOVE AGAIN (Tyla) As the stories I've told unfold To reveal a highway man And my scars and bruises show That I am just what I am There ain
got, oh, the dogs comin' out of her hair But I don't mind I don't mind I don't mind Yeah, yeah My baby's got d-d-dogs comin' out of her hair Oh, I don
(4:44) While you were walking round powis square I was up in Highgate you know where While you were puttin' on my favourite clothes 'Cause they looked
(3:03) Some say I live in the twilight Zone I'm the kiss of death on the telephone Doin' things I never should Living like a bum above the rich in hollywood
Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Oh, there's this guy I know He's an actor, he may be let go He just sits in a bar His beautiful wife she loves him
Sometimes I feel like I am dyin' inside Love is like smoke, it disappears through the night Sometimes I feel like I am drownin' in your charms I'm the
Destiny angel, her breath smelt of mine My skin of wild turkey, oh, lipstick and wine This land has 98,000 dollars of pain, yeah Happily living together
With his voice of honey and his mind of death Let his cancer in your heart will be your last breath And his seed breeds, yeah, inside your mind And you
(3:09) Baby monoxide comes into town on a greyhound bus looking rather brown, orders a bottle puts it away orders another and proceeds to say, we lean
(2:19) Lord of the rags, King of the thieves I got Ruby's 'n Treasures like you'd never believe I'd do things you never would An I ain't got no gypsy
up against the wall In my well worn silver tipped boots And the streets of Paris got on my nerves We avoided the crowdes and we hung out with the dogs
When I come round with a bottle inside myself An all my pride has gone, locked away on some shelf When my instinct becomes, yeah, yeah, what was once
(3:18) As you step back in line with all the rest I recall the time you thought we were the best As you kiss the hand of the one who feeds your flame
Yaaaooo Oh, yeah I don't seem to have much luck with the girls these days I think they find it hard, yeah, to get acostumed to my ways Somehow I knew
(4:09) Feel like I'm living in hell my girl wants to move back in with death What she calls happy, what she calls friends I call bad breath, the last
