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The Dowser
I've found a place where the clothes don't fit Where I can whistle up the road in the rain The old night porter sweeping up the shit Making his legitimate claim
I jibber-jabber at the sight of the food The spit hanging off my chin My tummy rumbles and my guts all grind I am anonymous and thin
Out pow-wowing with the creeps in the yard Looking for an inch of skin Back down to Sheridan Square For a meeting with the gentlemen
Rancid jism in a furnished room Boking in a bucket of tar The living or the dead, sick or on the nod Don't really care who they are
The mark inside is coming up on me A rumble nobody can cool The Rube is a social liability The pus oozing out of the hole
I found a place where the clothes don't fit And God has really let himself go Explosions of matter in interstellar space Smothered like a poke in the hole
The spoon and the dropper And the dropper and the wax 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 The flesh gone rubbery and wrong Only the young bring anything at all And they're not even young for long
My hand begin's to dip like a dowser's wand Shaking on a government script I swear I won't do anything at all To make the inquisitor sick
A yen comes on me like a great black wand A great black wind through the bones You can't trust a special like the old time coppers When you can't find any way home
My old man said 'Follow the van And don't dilly dally on the way' Now I'm all holed up in room number nine Staring at my shoes all day
I've found a place where the clothes don't fit Where I can whistle up the road in the rain The old night porter sweeping up the shit Making his legitimate claim
I've found a place where the clothes don't fit Where I can whistle up the road in the rain The old night porter sweeping up the shit Making his legitimate claim
I've found a place where the clothes don't fit
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