Wednesday, June 8, 2011

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 recognizeyourself 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, you're waitin' for the RTD on Heartattack and Vine

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