Yeah, you got Satin shoes Yeah, you got Plastic boots Y'all got Cocaine eyes Yeah, you got Speed freak jive, jive Can't you hear me knockin'? On your
Feeling so tired, can't understand it Just had a fortnight's sleep I'm feeling so tired, I'm so distracted Ain't touched a thing all week I'm feeling
Well, when you're sitting there in your silk upholstered chair Talkin' to some rich folk that you know Well, I hope you won't see me in my ragged company
Did you ever wake up to find A day that broke up your mind Destroyed your notion of circular time It's just that demon life has got you in its sway It
You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move, child You gotta move Oh, when the Lord gets ready You gotta move You may be high You may be low You may
When the wind blows and the rain feels cold With a head full of snow, with a head full of snow In the window there's a face you know Don't the nights
Childhood living is easy to do The things you wanted, I bought them for you Graceless lady, you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through my
Here I lie in my hospital bed Tell me, Sister Morphine When are you coming round again? Oh, I don't think I can wait that long Oh, you see that I'm not
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright Hear him with the women
As I stand by your flame, I get burned once again Feelin' low down, I'm blue As I sit by the fire of your warm desire I've got the blues for you, yeah
: Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields Sold in a market down in New Orleans Scarred old slaver knows he's doing alright Hear him whip the
: Childhood living is easy to do The things you wanted I bought them for you Graceless lady you know who I am You know I can't let you slide through
: You gotta move You gotta move You gotta move, child You gotta move Oh, when the Lord gets ready You gotta move You may be high You may be low
: Did you ever wake up to find A day that broke up your mind Destroyed your notion of circular time It's just that demon life has got you in its
: Feeling so tired, can't understand it Just had a fortnight's sleep I'm feeling so tired, I'm so distracted Ain't touched a thing all week I'm
: Here I lie in my hospital bed Tell me, Sister Morphine, when are you coming round again? Oh, I don't think I can wait that long Oh, you see that
: Yeah, you got satin shoes Yeah, you got plastic boots Y'all got cocaine eyes Yeah, you got speed-freak jive Can't you hear me knockin' on your
: When the wind blows and the rain feels cold With a head full of snow With a head full of snow In the window there's a face you know Don't the nights
