I left my country when I was nineteen 1925 And drifted to a town on the Cuban coast Met a woman who became my life And oh when I saw her Darkness fled
scene all day But tomorrow there'll be Hell to pay People listen attentively I mean about future calamity I used to think the idea was obsolete Until I
oy if I get that boy I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention Well I'm on my way I don't know where I'm going I'm on my way I'm taking my time But
One Saturday I took a walk to Zipperhead I met a girl there And she almost knocked me dead Punk rock girl please look at me Punk rock girl what do you
to me Yeah, I'm not crazy Well that's not true, I've got a bed, and a guitar And a dog named Bob who pisses on my floor That's right, I've got a floor
I learned it very well Now I know you're not the only starfish in the sea If I never hear your name again, it's all the same to me And I think it's
away when I am missing you to death when you are out there on the road for several weeks of shows and when you scan the radio, I hope this song will guide
This is a morbid story 'bout a fellow that had to die He had a beautiful wife but he also had a rovin' eye. She planted him by the roadside She planted
corner in the city yesterday singing "Yada yada yada and tomorrow it'll never end" and I never thought I'd never live to see another sunny day but I'm here and I fear I
yourself You do it to yourself Don't get my sympathy Hanging out the 15th floor You've changed the locks three times He still comes reeling through the door One day I
may propose, anything at all Build me up, tear me down like a skyscraper Build me up, then tear down These joining walls So they can't climb at all I
