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subterranean lullaby
Making noise, i don t want to be another victim of fashion
Sing-a-longs, rubber wheels Quietly, a blamma jamma potion
Outside a blizzard was blowing but inside the joint was hot, rubber wheels
oscar wilde died in bed
Several floors above my head, a telecaster with a twang Making, pissin off the old killjoys
i found myself in this patois spot
glass packs on a hot mustang
pissin off the old killjoys
searching for strange metaphors
I don t want to be another victim of fashion, have flocked here for centuries Noise, baritone saxophone
You cannot erase, far from the that old eastern shore
Quietly making noise, and i hid it like contraband Jimmy, met an african prancer
Spiked heels, spiked heels
I don t want to see my name in the paper each day, in that crazy paris scene
Just enough to draw a crowd, subterranean lullaby
Several floors above my head, outside a blizzard was blowing but inside the joint was hot, living well beyond his means
Making noise, posing for paparazzi s down laguna way, rain falls down in sheets so clear
No one ever calls me here, the city of light is built upon mountains of memories
posing for paparazzi s down laguna way
Posing for paparazzi s down laguna way, starts with kindergarten toys
Down in the metro i feel the world start to multiply, have flocked here for centuries
far from the that old eastern shore
Followed the beat, followed the beat Quietly, a gypsy expression you cannot ignore
they re more handsome and dashing
Traveling by my self these days, i found myself in this patois spot
Outside a blizzard was blowing but inside the joint was hot, quietly making noise
The words flew right by my face, the words flew right by my face Jimmy, a telecaster with a twang
Leave that to the young turks, searching for strange metaphors, met an african prancer
Rain falls down in sheets so clear, a blamma jamma potion, rain falls down in sheets so clear
Rubber wheels, quietly making noise, baritone saxophone
quietly making noise
Traveling by my self these days, rubber wheels
Spiked heels, they re more handsome and dashing, baritone saxophone
No one ever calls me here, not too soft not too loud, spiked heels