מילים לשיר Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand – Primitive Radio Gods

I been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met
Since the day we met
I been downhearted baby. Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
And touches down on Bourbon Street
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore Sunday comes and all the papers say
About a god we've never seen
We sit outside and argue all night long
But never fails to side with me
Ma Theresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Can humans do what prophets say?
Does summer come for everyone?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake But half asleep?
The seconds ticking killed us all
A life is time, they teach you growing up
You swim like lions through the crest
A million years before the fall
And bathe yourself in zebra flesh
Yyou ride the waves but don't ask where they go (Indistinctive babbling on radio) I've been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met
Ever since the day we met I've been downhearted baby Submitted by Michael Hack.