Man in a wheelchair
Lobby of the forest
With freighters, hustlers, hard up millionairesMobsters, cops,
Whores, pimps, and Marxists
All human life is there
In the forest all you need is eyes and earsMan in a wheelchair listens to the chatter
Writes down all the insane crap he hears.He can't move around but it doesn't really matter
In the farthest stall you needed his eyes and earsAnd out they pour the hits and the misses
Turn me loose, lonely avenue
And down in Nashville, Elvis sings "Suspicion"
Pomus, Shuman, 1962And he could never be one of those happy cripples
The kind that smile and tell you life's okay.He was mad as hell.
Frightened and bitter,
He found a way to make his feelings pay.Back at the forest in the steakhouse of a lobby
A diner gets 3 bullets in the head.Doc looks down eating his linguine
Thinking up a lyric for the dead.And out they pour the hits and the misses
Turn me loose, lonely avenue
And down in Nashville, Elvis sings "Suspicion"
Pomus, Shuman, 1962
1962Friendly Jack Benny, crazy Phil Spector
? and Eydie Gorme
Damon Runyon Junior and the ? orchestra
All super human life is there
In the forest all you need is eyes and earsAnd he could never be one of those happy cripples
The kind that smile and tell you life's okay
He was mad as hell, frightened and bitter.
He found a way to make his isolation pay.And out they pour the hits and the misses
Turn me loose, lonely avenue
And down in Nashville, Elvis sings "Suspicion"
Pomus, Shuman, 1962And out they pour the hits and the misses
Turn me loose, lonely avenue
And down in Nashville, Elvis sings "Suspicion"
Pomus, Shuman, 1962
Songwriters
FOLDS, BENJAMIN SCOTT/HORNBY, NICHOLAS PETER JOHNPublished by
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