Raunchy Blueprints For Lost Sounds
Lay down and wait
Save your guns for the night
There's a pink sound in the sundown
Let's step off for a second
Let's think about it
You can tame it, but you cannot keep me
This city bears my name
Death. Life. Good sons. Girls!
I'm not for keepers
It is in my blood,
But there's something about you
You can move me with your style
It's the sex and the wild
Death. Life. Good sons. And girls!
It's so natural
This thing between you and I
It's all that I am a good son
Might be the last time
I'll be coming home
Think I might hurt you,
Might hurt you badly
It's all that I am a bad son
I am the good son
It's all I am
Sound the bells
I'm off hook tonight
Oh how, pathetic is the life I've led
All I do is wrong, but I seem to do it right
It's so natural
This thing between you and I
It's all that I am a good son
Might be the last time
I'll be coming home
Think I might hurt you,
Might hurt you badly
It's all that I am a bad son
Might be the last time
I'll be coming home
Think I might hurt you,
Might hurt you badly
It's all that I am a bad son
Lay down and wait
Save your guns for the night
Wake me when I am
