glorycloud's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Rotting Strip a song by Crooked Fingers The Rotting Strip Blurry eyes half bent and I can't take you sober Tricking off the rotting strip that we've been trudging under We ducked into a dim lit room out where the river bends And turned to walk the burning bridge that we would build And crossed our hearts half hoping That we could both quit smoking And kick the booze and blow And one day go make something of ourselves Glory came and went the night we both slipped underneath The row of oil slicks and ancient ugly lovers Some they say the price you pay is far too much to spend But they don't know the cost is fair if for a while It keeps your heart from crumbling And we'd take what we want when we knew what we wanted When we wished we had something to lose You were a fine young thing crammed in your tight red vinyl jeans I was a third rate going nowhere burning for nothing to do Boredom settled in and I can't take you sober Strewn across the rotting strip that we've been building over 'Til nothing made it's wicked way slow creeping into view Where we could watch the burning bridge that we half built Across our hearts now broken And we could both quit smoking And kick the booze and blow And one day go make something of ourselves And we'd take what we want when we knew what we wanted When we wished we had something to lose You were a fine young thing crammed in your tight red vinyl jeans I was a third rate going nowhere burning for nothing to do So we branded our hearts and we toasted the stars Getting wasted by the light of the moon You were a two bit tramp and I was a low life lying scam We were a bad lay coming undone burning for someone to use Copyright � 2001 Red Pig Publishing 10:36 a.m. - 2003-03-02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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