In any bar or public place you can see them conversate
Saying you could be my phantom limb and I could be your friend
– tonight
Hang the Kaizer if the Kaizer is no good.
You know I lost my twin walkie talkie.
I would sell my pride for an okidoki.
So, hang the Kaizer high
– tonight.
He wasted smiles on a two-faced no-good
Who left him clean in the hard-mud back-yard
So he soaks his cheeks to a three man combo
Tonight they only play
for him
She spun my face with her sad eyed whisper
and the raven black straws around her pale face
You know my eyes were blue as the Swedish spring sky
You should turn and run
– but you dont.
So in every bar or public place you can see me conversate
Saying you could be my phantom limp and I could be your friend
– tonight.