Home Of The Lame - Girl, Park, Cigarette Machine lyrics

The weather's warm, she's not unlike a bird That's tripping 'round the world. What a beautiful girl. And I suppose we'll take a little walk And we'll hang out in the park And I'm getting drunk before it's getting dark And we'll stop in at every cigarette machine. Kisses taste like nicotine. Cut through rote. Competing with caffeine - not worth mentioning. I'm not getting too much sleep these days. What's new? The newest in new. The latest in late. What's the price that must be paid? The city talks, But it never learned to think. And it's giving me a wink. Just to remind me of the oldest of all these things by name the fear. We're f**ing up again. It drops in now and then Like a good old friend. You tell me there's no promised land. And what I'm dreaming of is just a strong man. Got my own helping hand, I'll dance along to the Minutemen. And you won't understand, my lovely strong man. Yeah, you won't unsterstand, my lovely strong man. I sit at work, some clouds hide the sun And the smell of s** is gone. We'll start the letter on the bottom run. And so I ask who know's who's out of dead And I take the cuss instead. For I ain't never coming back. 'Cause this is the state that cannot be maintained. So here's another change like a good old friend. You tell me there's no promised land. And what I'm dreaming of is just a strong man. Today I won't offend. Lay back and turn on Giant Sand. And you won't understand, my lovely strong man. Yeah, you won't understand, my lovely strong man. No, you won't understand my lovely strong man.