I have looked all over the place But you have got my favorite face Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass And your lips are sweet and slippery like
Cinco de mayo, blowout, denial It wasn't fun this time, letting you go What if I never, a bullet forever, Held out my hand to you? We wouldn't have known
Once you've left a lonely rage on its own, it grows And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesn't smoke until it blows And, oh, all the tears in four tiny
The canyon air is like a breath of fresh L.A. I was a Star Trek crew member, with my Beatle boots and my Super-8 And I raced you to the top, the camera
Don't be fooled by him, he's fine Rock-and-roll Ken doll, he's a national end-all He's an off and on friend of mine Where have I been? Got any what?
See the sun rise so loud This whole town gets drowned out Sky-writing with the sweep of a flashlight I'm driving over that way Some pot of gold, it's
He's got a million dollar car He's got a thirty-seven year old guitar He's got a family who deals heroin You're on the edge of your chair And you feel
I'm gonna tell my son to grow up pretty as the grass is green And whip-smart as the English Channel's wide And I'm gonna tell my son to keep his money
