She came from money He called her honey Her family makes wine He's robbing her blind When I see her and you on 2nd Avenue, Well, it makes me wanna spew
(A. Langdon) Well..... Don't need no friends in high places No Mr. Big on the hill Gonna do my own dirty work, yeah And when the shit hits the fan You
Sixteen or seventeen, that's all I think you were Fly by me one more time, I wonder who you are The most beautiful girl
(R. Langdon) Goodbye! Violet Race--I still love you Goodbye! Violet Race--I still care about you Fear no more, for here lies the body of Violet Race She
(R. Langdon) Welcome to this empty ministry of plenty As I'm sure you know We're clearly on display here To remind you should you stray from here Or decide
(R. Langdon/D. Byrne/C. Frantz/T. Weymouth/J. Harrison/B. Eno) One of these days is like a Christmas in April One of these days is like a time in a rush
(R. Langdon) When the world died laughing, laughing at you While others cry hungry you go with out food Still you can see that as the world splits its
Come on, come on Everything's dandy He's got slingshot teeth like a hot bamboo He wakes up every morning
(A. Langdon) And when the sun falls heavy on my head Don't you know, man, I could cry 'Cause whether I sink or swim you know I'll end up dead Don't you
