The drunk kids, the catholics, they?re all about the same They?re waiting for something, hoping to be saved Well, I have been happy the past couple days
To another place Los reyes catolicos Los reyes catolicos Los reyes catolicos Los reyes catolicos Ghosts all gone Ghosts all gone Ghosts all gone To another place Los reyes catolicos
I was born in a pool, they made my mother stand And I spat on that surgeon and his trembling hand When I felt the light I was worse than bored I stole
Dusting off the old life from my Catholic knees I scraped them up good, I scraped them up good You doctored them clean Oh yes, we are patient, patient
Kennedy died in '63, poor John.F Kennedy died in '63, poor John.F Kennedy died in '63, poor John.F Kennedy died in '63, poor John.F Kennedy No more messing
The cigarettes and babies The cops and the crazies The faces come faster When you're not around The clowns and the daisies All smile when they chase me
Wake up, wake up King in a catholic style With your man With your man make up And your big money business smile Cut 'em up, cut 'em up Crucial to every
Once Eric said Come gather around I'll tell a tale That is sure to astound Un-somnambulist That's awake see He don't sleep Talking, taking no break
One day, it's the morning, another day it's the afternoon light One day, baby, without warning Well, I tend to think We're going back to Rome, back to
Billy Radcliffe didn't go to town And when we looked up, he was looking right down Catching blue in his eyes that were brown Billy Radcliffe (Billy Radcliffe
I rode from TJ up to Berkeley And it started out so gray Till I lost that cool protection When the sun burned it all away While the winter's light shined
I'm headed for the dark, take shit as shit is If you can take this town, I say good show 'Cause city hall all are freaks And the coffee is getting weak
I used to have some fun Me and everyone Now I'm just employed I'm a chip away boy I'm a chip away boy I remember humid nights I remember how the full
If I could live to be several hundred I could take a walk And really wander, really wander All my ghosts on every sea, in every land Who needs that now
There's a perfect explanation for the shit that I've been in As soon as I find out I'll let you know And if it's any consolation well, your horse is going
Let me tell you what I would do I'd consider the possibility of a mistake Yeah, if I were you I would give me a break Do you feel bad about it? Do you
At the end of miles You stare out at the ocean Mountains at your back You think you've tamed At the end of miles you hope You?ll soon be back in motion
Well, it seems about my whole life I've been kind of depressed I think I like the concept But it sure is a mess Are you headed my way? Are you headed
