You could have a great career And you should, yes, you should Only one thing stops you dear You're too good, way too good If you want a future, darlin
Bells are chiming for victory There's a page back in history, 45 They came back to the world that they fought for Didn't turn out just like they thought
She says, nobody wants to believe You're the same as everyone What makes makes me unique My dark life There was a kink in the world Sent that statue
A long time ago, our point of view Was broadcast by Mr. Bartholomew And now the world is full of sorrow and pain And it's time for us to speak up again
La la la La la la La la la Well, she said I know but I just can't tell Everything that you've just been saying Lucy was there as well in the dark When
I said, oh my, I don't know why I was just busy watching everyone go by Outside the shite bar and you're a red car Me and your girlfriend and your sister
Well, she wants to be a singer in the band Maybe I'll give the girl a hand and a mircophone looks like she's all alone She can bring a friend though she
Well, you got so good you live for the action Used to be a husband now you got yourself some satisfaction A doginabag and a bone But you're lost in the
Well, I met her in a bar The men with big guitars were playin' And I listened with my ears But I couldn?t hear what she was sayin' I guess she talked
She said, ?I am Rosie? I said, ?I thought you were Rose? She said, ?No, Rosie, I told you so? ?Was here with you sister but she was gone when I got back
Now Vince was a loner, a loveable stoner He lived in a bluebird, spelled his name backwards He's so pretty, he always looks shitty Born on a Monday, such
I said I don't get out too much I said She said you said I said two times instead I said oh please please please no, your just not funny ya know So
Well just because she feeds me well And she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel Doesn't mean she's got eyes for me She might just want my bones you see
clean out the bank and bump off your daddy You can come live with us amongst the has beens and the addicts These are crazy times down at Costello music
Whistle for the boys now don't be shy Give us all a song and a reason why Baby got the bones and a hand me down Says her heart is black but her eyes are
Well, it's a big, big city and it's always the same Can never be too pretty, tell me your name Is it out of line if I was to be bold And say, "Would you
Well, you must be a girl with shoes like that She said, "You know me well" I'll see you and little Steven and Joanna 'Round the back of my hotel, oh yeah
Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of ticky-tacky, Little boxes, little boxes, Little boxes, just the same. There's a green one and
