bordello

mmmm. good evening

well this house looks like a bordello

and your mind it looks like a garage

and your garter looks like nothing

and you blew it

blew it large

yeah

don't give me no trouble

don't give me no strife

i'm tired of these shadows keep following me

all my _kin' life

and your mind looks like a bordello

and your treehouse looks like a suite

i'm looking up to the silver stars

and i'm looking down at your feet

don't tell me no lies

baby

i know just where you've been

walking around st. petersburg singing a hymn

walking around st. petersburg singing a hymn

like this

please god help me out of this mess

please god help me out of this mess

fifteen long days and i need to confess

mind looks like a bordello

this bordello looks like a shop

i'm skipping all over the silver streets

and when i run i stop

do you hear me now?

ahh

yeah

one for the crooked grocer

two for his stupid wife

three for the dark that bit me

five

yeah

ah

don't give me no trouble

don't give me no lip

i'm gonna get a replacement

because i'm so hip

now listen. your mind looks like a bordello

mmmm

yeah

now you remember that time

we were walking down cleveland street

yeah

huh!

mmmm

i saw the way you're looking at the men passing by

'cause your mind is a bordello

baby

and i'm a nasty fellow

baby

and i was all turning yellow

baby

i said 'hello baby!'

ahh

don't give me no trouble

please don't give me no lip

i know you've got a martini

i just want a little sip

before i jump off of this ship

your mind looks like a bordello

your head looks like a tree

i look like you

baby

but you don't look like me

no

no

no

no

no

no

no

ahh

sweet angel

can't you numb anymore

home time

hey hey

i'm sliding under your door

with the midnight ghosts

with my claws of steel.