Heartattack and Vine Songtext
von John Hammond

Liar, liar with your pants on fire
White spades hangin′ on the telephone wire
Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line
You'll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine

Doctor, lawyer, beggarman, thief
Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief
You wanna taste of madness, well, you have to wait in line
Probably someone you know on heartattack and vine


Boney′s high on China white, Shorty found a punk
Do you know there ain't no devil, there's just God when he′s drunk
Well, this stuff will probably kill you, let′s do another line
What do you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine

See that little Jersey girl in the see-through top
With the pedal pushers, sucking on a lollipop
Well, I bet she's still a virgin but it′s only 25 'til nine
You can see a million of ′em on heartattack and vine

Better off in Iowa, against your scrambled eggs
Crawling down Cahuenga on a pair of broken legs
You'll find your ignorance is blissful every goddamn time
Your′re waitin' for the RTD on heartattack and vine


Liar, liar with your pants on fire
White spades hangin' on the telephone wire
Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line
You′ll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine