under. You're only real with your make-up on How could I see you and stay too long? All along the Navajo Trail, Burn-outs stub their toes on garbage
All the sailors with their seasick mamas Hear the sirens on the shore, Singin' songs for pimps with tailors Who charge ten dollars at the door. You
Motion pictures on my TV screen, A home away from home, livin' in between But I hear some people have got their dream. I've got mine. I hear the mountains
radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone, I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone. Now I'm livin' out here on the beach
And in this land of conditions I'm not above suspicion I won't attack you, but I won't back you. Well, it's so good to be here, asleep on your lawn.
See the sky about to rain, broken clouds and rain. Locomotive, pull the train, whistle blowing through my brain. Signals curling on an open plain, rolling
Well, I'm a vampire, babe, sell you twenty barrels worth. I'm a black bat, babe, bangin' on your window pane I'm a black bat, baby, bangin' on your window
change I can't tell them how to feel. Some get stoned, some get strange, But sooner or later it all gets real. Walk on, walk on, Walk on, walk on. I
interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone, I went to the radio interview, but I ended up alone at the microphone. Now I'm livin' out here on the beach