well, I pawned my Smith and wesson,
And I've gone to meet my man -
he hangs out down on Alverado Street,
By the Tiny Chicken stand..
Carmelita, hold me tighter
'Cos I think I'm going down,
And I'm all strung out on heroin,
On the outskirts of town..
Is that a banana on your head
or are you just happy to see me?
Electra complex= Throw Momma From the Train and Make Room for Daddy.
Light-weight cotton shift . . . with lace frills . . .
(sounds like a very specific fantasy you're having Setanta!)
eyelet
I let a song go out of my heart
There's a tear in my beer
'Cause i'm cryin' for you dear . . .
(Yeah, Mac, and the fantasy involves removing that shift from a nubile and . . . well, never mind . . . )
Fear of Flying
(I guessed that, right off!
)
when they were jung and easily freudened
Ridin' the storm out . . .
Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm
Into this house we're born
Into this world we're thrown
Like a dog without a bone
An actor out alone
Riders on the storm
