Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
We go down round
The far side of the tracks
Lolita's playing dominoes and poker
Behind their daddy's shacks
Vacant-eyes, glue-face boysOn a pearl splashing glass
If they give us any flack
If they come up on our ass
We'll just give 'em the go-by
The Cadillac passTake me now
From the blue and pale room I'd follow
Through the faces and the traces of
Treasure, I keep hearing inside me
Madmen throw their voicesFrom pretty boys
And from the best ones
You pick up connections
As they hand you, your directions
To the Western SlopeI lied to my angel so I could take you downtown
I'd lie to anybody there was nobody else around
And I know what people say about me
But I lied to my angel and now he can't find meI'm sorry
I saw him
I saw him
LaughingI could hear them
Laughing
Alive
I could hear themE. A. Poe
And Johnny Johnson
If you dial in
They're calling from the Western SlopeWho's the thin thread of light
That keeps you strangled in the scenery
That follows my voice, can you se me?
Then follow my voiceWho raised this banner?
That no one hears
The Jack
Beneath the axis
Digging under the currentSomeone's trying to get back
But who's qualified to retrieve
The soul's enduring song?
From the grottos of her eyes
And the clashing starsE. A. Poe
And Johnny Johnson
If you dial in
They're calling from the Western SlopeWho's the thin thread of light
That keeps you strangled in the scenery
That follows my voice, can you se me?
Then follow my voice, see me?