Window Grin Songtext
von Kelly Joe Phelps
Window Grin Songtext
Watch it bounce like water, meat under the stone
Throw up a leg and try to be your way back home
Smell the coffee boil in the corner pot
Everything′s in it but I can't make it stop
I ain′t been drinking I say to the cup
It laughs at the little man as I drink up
Six big years since your head was around
I lost it all in the middle there, you're back and now it's found
Looked like god might play with crooked dice
Eyes in the shadow and he doesn′t look nice
A mean boy throwing with a dirty hand
As soon as he′s not looking we'll sneak into the promised land
We′ll sneak into the promised land
Sure the blue pills rock, mix the green ones in
Oh, no kind of trouble but a man with a smoke and no regard for kin
It's a lone, lone window the faces watch through
You don′t know who you're looking at what you gonna do
He′ll turnstile drop a coin change his clothes
Put on a grin that nobody knows
Big hope for tomorrow like a flea on a cat
A two-day life on a three-day supply, the kids are all fat
A jagged spoon, a broken dish
Real as uncle Benzedrine, a last life wish
I won't pretend to understand
Why a lovely woman wants a sink-hole man
Why a lovely woman wants a sink-hole man
Why a lovely woman wants a sink-hole man
Why a lovely woman wants a sink-hole man
Throw up a leg and try to be your way back home
Smell the coffee boil in the corner pot
Everything′s in it but I can't make it stop
I ain′t been drinking I say to the cup
It laughs at the little man as I drink up
Six big years since your head was around
I lost it all in the middle there, you're back and now it's found
Looked like god might play with crooked dice
Eyes in the shadow and he doesn′t look nice
A mean boy throwing with a dirty hand
As soon as he′s not looking we'll sneak into the promised land
We′ll sneak into the promised land
Sure the blue pills rock, mix the green ones in
Oh, no kind of trouble but a man with a smoke and no regard for kin
It's a lone, lone window the faces watch through
You don′t know who you're looking at what you gonna do
He′ll turnstile drop a coin change his clothes
Put on a grin that nobody knows
Big hope for tomorrow like a flea on a cat
A two-day life on a three-day supply, the kids are all fat
A jagged spoon, a broken dish
Real as uncle Benzedrine, a last life wish
I won't pretend to understand
Why a lovely woman wants a sink-hole man
Why a lovely woman wants a sink-hole man
Why a lovely woman wants a sink-hole man
Why a lovely woman wants a sink-hole man
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