The Lost Train… Of Thoughts

The Dude

  • 10:28:08 pm on Marzo 11, 2008 | # |

    Il grande Waits, in una delle sue più grandi interpretazioni…

    …E la mia modesta imitazione

    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, beggar man thief
    Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief
    If you want a taste of madness, you’ll have to wait in line
    You’ll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine

    Boney’s high on china white, Shorty found a punk
    Don’t 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 you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine

    See that little Jersey girl in the see-through top
    With the peddle pushers sucking on a soda pop
    Well I bet she’s still a virgin but it’s only twenty-five ’til nine
    You can see a million of ‘em on heartattack and vine

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

    Boney’s high on china white, Shorty found a punk
    Don’t 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 you say you meet me down 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

    Doctor, lawyer, beggar man thief
    Philly Joe remarkable looks on in disbelief
    If you want a taste of madness, you’ll have to wait in line
    You’ll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine

    See that little Jersey girl in the see-through top
    With the peddle pushers sucking on a soda pop
    Well I bet she’s still a virgin but it’s only twenty-five ’til nine
    You can see a million of ‘em on heartattack and vine

    Boney’s high on china white, Shorty found a punk
    Don’t 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 you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine

     

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