Public Image Limited Disappointed
Disappointed Never more Got so low they had to use the jaws of life To yank me up from under the floor Thrilled to be here Thank you much It's strange when nothing gets to taste so satisfying That you don't mind the rot gut So me and my sugar we're on a roadtrip From Bostone to Philly and I don't know maybe St. Louis Got a patch From my therapist Sha's got a heart like a yacht But she's all screwed up, she's a pugilist Sorrry Bobby, miss ya Jack But if I could choose I'd ask to have Dr. Martin Luther King back So me and my sugar we're on a roadtrip From D.C. to Dallas and I don't know maybe Memphis So when this ship eventually sinks That'll be alright Got a friend In a cracked house That sits around all day wonderin' who and when Shot the lights out But some things won't be explained Like the cabby that fell asleep in Hoboken And woke up Shirley MacLaine So me and my sugar we're on a roadtrip From Hollywood to the East village and I don't know maybe midland Texas So when this ship eventually sinks When this ship finally sinks When all this shit don't mean a thing That'll be alright
