Lyrics

i hear you've got a pocket full of words, that you keep in the garage, together with the feather and the fireworks, a surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden, where the neon-lighted cocktail glasses bloom, and they built you a model airplane, like the one that brought you back to lindbergh field, now you're counting your change by the streetlights on india, "hey, it's me again, i'm faded.could i please come over?", you can do what you want, in umbilical town, in a waterfront bar, old gap-toothed annie was a friend of mine, the third time around she was born again, she must have burned at least a half-a-million dollars, in the little rooms next door to wash-and-fold, and there ain't no consolation prize, there is no backdoor to innocence, just the wild-eyed faces and names that you've forgotten, "hey, the money's gone, i'm broken, could i please come over?", you can do what you want, in umbilical town, in that waterfront bar, i've been dreaming we were born together, i've been thinking about it, 'been lurking backstreets-kicking down alleyways, i've been thinking about it, how it's always worse than it appears, raskolnikov's out on the stairs, howling at the man in the moon, they say he lost control, between the suburbs and the barrio, tired from too much too soon, now the air is thick with compromises, we're always on the way, so i take comfort in the only life i know, well you can do what you want, in umbilical town, at the waterfront bar, in umbilical town, you can do what you want, you can do what you want, you can do what you want

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Artist: jules, gary