Live in London (2010 год) - 09 - Bobbing For Apples
Bobbing for apples in Somalia The man with the iron curtain is followin' you
No-one’s coming for teatime except my own holy ghost
You somewhere far, probably drinkin' a whiskey I'm datin' Jack Daniels and Caleb's with Miss Niki T Nachos with cocoa, hey! To each his own
Lovely people, lovely places I can't remember names and I can't remember faces Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs
Hey light fixture, you are much too bright Why won't you stay with me through the night Just grab my pillow tight and wait for the dizziness to pass
Rock'n roll you ate my soul You suck dry my bones But you spit out my mole I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end
Lovely people, lovely places Drunken faces, slurrin' their phrases I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end
You're so jealous I'm so lonely You'll never forgive me but I love you only I'll always opt to fall down these stairs in the end
You so jealous I'm so lonely You'll never forgive me but I love you only
Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs Someone next door's fucking to one of my One of my So-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ongs Someone next door's fucking to one of my songs