Viceburgh Lyrics

tiger can't talk he's got shoes to shine, said it's

pretty dry

we could try the guy up on first and fifty-ninth if

he's still alive

the callgirl stalls and lets her voicemail take it

she says hey i ain't here besides i quit that business

the door was locked so we knocked on the next one

and here's this guy he's got a bullet-proof vest on

said you guys look desparate,Ill give you an address

said you guys look gorgeous, dig all that blistex

and headbanger let down your hair, pull me up into your

blacklight lair

take me back around your secret stairs, sell me shares

in your vacant stare

missed the train and we walked around the Fens

found some beds and went down on them again



queen went clean yeah she ran out of screens

she said it's too much hassle, it's too much hustlin

i miss the people but i won't miss the feeling

of six am burnin like split lips on burbon

hey angel, remember that cat had the hat that said

sharks

his jacket said jets and he signals to guys in windows

of highrises

went down in dogtown, drive-thru turned into a drive-by

it left us so dry and decreasingly high, increasingly

shakey

hey jerky, these trashers seem a little tweaky



yeah these hescher guys are trying to give me high

fives

but they don't stick the sugar packets inside

ripped and drippin down all over the barfly

she's takin off her taven jacket last night

swear i saw your face up there in the footlights

she was mouthin the words to the national anthem

and she was liftin her skirt just like a three dollar

dancer

we were hangin around just kickin "walk like a panther"

prayin that your princess will pick up her pager

sad ravers in freight elevators

sucking on skyscrapers, living on lifesavers baby