Opium
"Do you smoke Opium," he said?
As he opened my wallet on the street...
I said..."Please god, please... Can you breathe just a little softer?"
It's hard enough to stand up straight,
cause I'm beat...
Don't call your girlfriend on the phone,
there's lots of other numbers you can use....
Yet the stars hung over me...
Let's go out and get some coffee,
caffiene will make you less and less confused...
I didn't want to be Chinese,
I just ended up in this part of town...
I'm an entertainer and I will try to make you saner...
At least turn your frown, upside--down...
Yeah, take a look upon my face,
its dark and you can't see at all.
But, try and take some notice,
at least try to focus...
Or else you're gonna stumble, or even fall....
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And there's a one man coming from the southlands,
just off a new fix
of sleaze tricks,
strike it up with Judas Sticks...
the brass band, holds hands, ride across the new land
And have the Ancients pay your rent at least conceal your identity,
cause its cheaper when its free!
The rubble's in the purple and the bubbles in trouble again...
So I heard there was a murder just upstairs,
I saw the graffiti on the bed...
The tears on her cheek were as clean as a squeak,
a crack in the window,
and they run and they run and they run..
Please let me hold you by the belt,
cause the fall is at least three stories high.
It's easier I swear, comb your teeth and brush your hair.
A few flights of steps and you're into town...
And what a town, what a town, what a town it is....
"Do you smoke Opium?" he said,
as he offered the backseat of a cab..
if you have no quid,
then don't you even make a bid,
don't you worry, I'll just put in on your tab..
The yellow of the hood begun to roar,
and the seat became softer, so it seemed..
Just press it to your skin, and let the fun begin.
the music, in your throat, will make you scream...
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You don't know me, but I'm famous...
You may have liked me walking on eggshells.
I'm nervous, and I am shaking,
and I am toasted and I'm still baking,
from this drug that gives this evening such romance,
"Do you smoke Opium?" He said...
As we walked into the early morning gray,
with my hand upon his sleeve, before I take my leave,
I say, "No, and now I'll be on my way"
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