Concrete Blonde - It'll Chew You Up And Spit You Out lyrics

Yeah Well, I was tripping down the street early this morning And the psychic lady pointed at me She said, "Come on in," and I gave her my money Said, "Tell me, tell me what you see" And she said she saw the angels dancing with me Dancing to the beat of my feet down the street She said she saw the angels dancing with me To keep on, keep on, keep on, now (Still in Hollywood) Oh wow Thought I'd be out of here by now (Still in Hollywood) My, my I'm running on a wheel and I don't know why I don't know why And I ran into Tony Pony, what a goddamned phony Had a new fish on the line Well, the last one left with the last bad check The only good one that he ever had died I got to live and let live, I got to learn to forgive You know that everybody's got a right But there's evil all around me in this broken-down city That's a twenty-four hour fight (Still in Hollywood) Oh wow I thought I'd be out of here by now (Still in Hollywood) My, my I'm running on a wheel and I don't know why (Still in Hollywood) Oh wow I thought I'd be out of here by now (Still in Hollywood) My, my, my, my I'm running on a wheel and I don't know Don't know Don't know why So let's me and you go get a new tattoo We can hop on the Harley and cruise We can start at the pier and share a beer Head out to the desert, I can feel it from here Ride all the way to where the lizards play Riding on and on and on There's a million stars, it will blow you away It's all so Concrete Blonde, now (Still in Hollywood) Hey That's right You know we can ride it out all night (Still in Hollywood) Hey, hey, hey I got to got away Got to get away, yeah (Still in Hollywood) My, my, my Yes, I'm glad to be alive (Still in Hollywood) Oh, mama gonna be somebody Someday, sometime (Still in Hollywood) Oh yeah Oh yeah (Still in Hollywood) Yeah, and I want to get out alive Don't you know I'm (Still in Hollywood) Oh, doing fine Oh, listen baby (Still in Hollywood) Oh, want to be out of here by now (What's-a-matter with you, young man Going to Hollywood, gonna be a big shot That town's gonna s** you up and spit you out You ain't gonna have a pot to piss in Don't come back to me for a job You made your bed, now sleep in it Go back to these Copelands, what else Who are they anyways The Stewie, Miles Copelands You ain't gonna have a dime Big shot).