stripper, See we gon shoot, God damn you can bet it, Got a whole lot of clips, But none of my thugs can edit, I think I got a fettish, For blow jobs and shit, Joker
I'm a picker, I'm a grinner I'm a lover and I'm a sinner I play my music in the sun I'm a joker, I'm a smoker I'm a midnight toker I get my lovin' on
My mama She done told me Soon you be a man And when you find your own woman You got to love her the best that you can Well, if you give your love
Ooooooooo Ooooooooo You give me something to come home to, baby You give me something to believe in I know in my heart You have loved me from the
I'm gonna tell you a story 'bout ol' Mary Lou I mean the kind of a girl that make a fool of you She make a young man old and an old man pay The way she
Your cash ain't nothing but trash (Take 1). Here we go. Yeah, you may have heart about the gangster One, two, three, hey Yeah It's alright Look here
joker I'm a smoker I'm a midnight toker I get my lovin' on the run ooo ooooo Joker...The joker...th-the joker ...Joker...The joker...th-the joker
People function of a dreams People function, scheming their schemes People function, trusting to fate Looking for the Joker but it's too late Is there
I'm a picker I'm a grinner I'm a lover And I'm a sinner I play the music in the sun I'm a joker I'm a smoker I'm a midnight toker I give my lovin
Hey now my red clouds're rolling in To catalogue and number every stone cold dream And I've seen Sal thumbing his way up to the stars I've seen angels
Meet me by the key-light moon in the park They've got their clothes and their diet conscience, but are they art? Riot squad, the old mod, his perfume
Sat down with the poker face The snake eyes and your pillowcase The hands holding the triple ace Are laying down the cards She said it without sentiment
I'm gonna haunt you I'm gonna haunt you Through the playgrounds Through the fires You'll be saluting at the stars And I'll be holding your hand I'm
We are late like a midnight train that's running nowhere We are sticks, we are stones, we are broken bones, we are hot air We are under the guillotine
Strip the sky, I will hang out of the window See its pink veneer, hear the motorway soprano And the Front Street road pitches to the river bank The driver
Tell me, are you really leaving? I fell so far, I'm almost on the ceiling You said I've got a way with words I'm not so sure but, baby, I know I got away
Kerosene Kathy is bringing in the mail Its a 50/50 choice, pass Go or go to jail You can see her with her matches on the pavement in the rain Glowing
Enter my November Boy with eyes like the sea The radio sings "Love Me Do," yeah I agree And I've used up every sentence that love has to offer So silence