Sketches (For My Sweetheart The Drunk) Lyrics - 1998
I see faces and traces of home
Back in New York City
So you think I'm a tough kid
Is that what you heard
Well I like to see some action
And it gets into my blood
Let me out of Pontiac
When I was just seventeen
I had to get it out of me
If you know what I mean, what I mean
You say I must be crazy
'Cos I don't care who I hit, who I hit
'Cause I know it's me that's hitting out
And I'm not full of shit
Down by my bottle
Filled up high with gasoline
You can tell by the night fires
Where Rael has been, has been
As I cuddled the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me
Held my heart, deep in hair
Time to shave, shave it off, it off
No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape
Off we go, off we go, off we go
You're sitting in your comfort
You don't believe I'm real
You never buy protection
From the way that I feel
Your progressive hypocrites
Hand out their trash
It was mine in the first place
So I'll burn it to ash
And I've taken all the strongest meats
And laid them down in colored sheets
Laid them down in colored sheets
Who needs illusion
Of love and affection
When you're out walking in the streets
With your mainline connection, connection.
As I cuddle the porcupine
He said I had none to blame, but me.
Held my heart, deep in hair.
Time to shave, shave it off, it off.
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape. No!
No time for romantic escape,
When your fluffy heart is ready for rape.
No time
Back in New York City.
