sweeper Beep beep beep beep beep my fucking beeper I start stumbling to the phone booth Revealing all symptoms of drinking ninety proof The phone booth door is closed
The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. Alone, the possibilities are enormous. Step outside
your good intentions Are blowing in the breeze Each time we're close to the top We hit rock Chorus Back down to zero Just how low can we go? I aint
I'm bout to lose my composure, I'm gettin close To packin up and leavin notes, and gettin ghost Tell me who knows, a peaceful place where I can go To
a shade of darkness (underground) The traincar used to be my apartment Sick of people rushin in the doors before I get out Conductors closing the doors
Patrick Sheehan, and my years are thirty-four; Tipperary is my native place, not far from Galtymore; I came of honest parents, but now they're lying low
place where you can hide your disgrace and leave you all alone... swing low Wing high... my friends I never cry. Way down... deep low... to the place
yo My eyes is sore, bein a senator Behind closed doors hittin truth to the seafloor The rich go North ignore, the tug of war While the kids are poor,
my eyes is sore, bein' a senator Behind closed doors hittin' truth to the sea floor The rich go North ignore, the tug of war While the kids are poor,
My eyes is sore, bein' a senator Behind closed doors hittin' truth to the sea floor The rich go North ignore, the tug of war While the kids are poor,
horizon eyes She's flippin' through the pages of the interview She winces at the passing of a careless thought Like a closed blonde door Her fingernails are
are) Here we are, haven't we come far From the tragic things we knew Gone is the dark (where the demons flock) In the mountains they've got no view (close
Been hidin' out and layin' low It's nothin' new to me Well you can always find a place to go If you can keep your sanity They break down the doors They
thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before 'Relax,'said the night man, We are programmed
Beep beep beep beep beep, my fuckin' beeper I start stumblin' to the phone booth Revealin' all symptoms of drinkin' 90 proof The phone booth door is closed
above de flow Leave yer mind in high-low Like de center of a polo, push Can't enter his height when I'm so low, Yah, yeh don't know, so - None a yer
go Slide ya numba on the low I wanna fool wit you Are you down wit that? With no strings attached I wanna fool wit you Keep it on the low He ain't
), Slide ya number on the low, I wanna- Chorus*: Fool With You, (are you down with that, with no strings attached, I wanna) Fool With You, (keep it on the low