Album Name : The War of Women
Release Date : 2003-07-29
Song Duration : 5:28
Joe Firstman After Los Angeles
I got a hair cut, a dress shirt
A St. Paulie's girl
But I don't need any of that
I got a number on a napkin
A soup can to sing through
A tune in its worst mood
I got a temper like a fistfight
And a tab after midnight
And a right fast woman
And there'll be hell to pay
After Los Angeles
And you won't believe
What I?ve seen
This town is a workshop
For wordsmiths and grifters
And misters and misses
And cheeks full of kisses
And all of you bidders
Can't wait till I'm bitter
I've got a fever
Like the boulevard summer
And a right fast woman
And there'll be hell to pay
After Los Angeles
And you won't believe
What I?ve seen
Bury me beside you when I die
When I'm dead and gone
Mama, sing me to sleep while you weep
But don't weep at all
'Cause there'll be hell to pay
After Los Angeles
And you all won't believe
What I?ve seen
And there'll be hell to pay
After Los Angeles
And I'm just another fool along the scene
You can find me in the back
And if you don't f..cking care
Then why did you ask?
You can find me in the back
And if you don't f..cking care
Then why did you ask?
You can find me well, in the back
And if you don't f..cking care
Then why did you ask?
Why did you ask? Why did you ask?
Why did you ask? Why did you ask?
