Draw The Line

Checkmate honey
Beat you at your own damn game
No dice honey
I'm livin' on the astral plane
Feet's on the ground
Your head's going down the drain
Heads i win, tails you lose
To the never mind

That's where i draw the line

An indian summer
Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner
And rarely ever left the store
She'd sing and dance all night
And wrong all the right out of me
Pass me the vile and cross your fingers
It don't take time

Nowhere to draw the line

Hi we were singin' on your cowboy song
You told carrie
And promised her you wouldn't be long
Heads i win, tails you lose
Lord it's such a crime
No dice honey
You're salt, you're the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey
You're the only one who's got to choose

Where to draw the line

Checkmate, don't be late
Take another pull
That's right
Impossible
When you got to be yourself
You're the boss, the toss
The price, the dice
Grab yourself a slice
Nowhere to draw the line

(repeat)

Well i've tried everything
Just to get along with you
And now i'm gonna tell you
Just what i'm gonna do
Well i'm sick of all your cryin'
When you should be leavin' me alone
If you don't believe me
You pack my bags, i'm gone

Won't you please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
You almost lost your love girl
When your old man ain't around

(chorus)
Won't you please
Don't that sun look good goin' down
And you best believe i love you baby
When your old man ain't around

(repeat chorus)

Round and round...

Arriving in boats
Black hooded coats
Tormentors climbed into my room
I crawled under my bed
Covered my head
But they're flushin' me out with a broom
The leades, she's small
Pinned my ass to the wall
For my seeds or she'd be losin' her past
Time after time
She'd be readin' my mind

Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate it
This is critcal mass

So far, so good
I heard the other say
So good, so far
They're takin' me away
I drink to you, your mind, her ass
We'll take a drink and break the glass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebrake it
This is critical mass

Now the tallest of two
With a brush full of blue
Paints surrealist scenes on the wall
So i tell her for fun
That it's really well done
But she just ain't listenin' at all
She points to my heart
Tellin' me if i'm smart
I'll practise and phase
Out and admit, when the shoe doesn't fit
And i went screamin' out down the hall

Need it
Need your love
Just then i heard a poundin' on the wall
We're all there, sang the voice of twenty more
I drink to your alas
We'll take a drink and break the glass
Celebrate, celebrate, celebreak it
We are the critical mass
Time and space is takin' me away
Time erase, don't know the time of day

Kickin' down the road
Feelin' mighty slowed
With the likes of you

Gettin' mighty spaced
Never had a taste
Of what you're goin' through

I can't bitch
Went from rags to riches
Then to ragtime screamin' the blues

(chorus)
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intention
Try to make a fool outta me
I wanna know why
Everybody's good intention
Gotta make a fool
Gotta make a fool
Try to make a fool outta me

Swing low
Sweet cherry-o
When a strange love showed me the way

You see more
Can't keep a score
When the whore's comin' on for the play

(chorus)

E. poe
Eatin' crow
Wonder if he knowed that
Raven was mad

Time passed
And words lost the last
Of the thing he ever had

(chorus)

Oh, play rough
Can't get enough
So the try to make a fool out of me

Lordy
Ain't foolin' me
Ya ain't ghoulin' me
Ain't foolin' me
You ain't foolin' me

Goin' downtown, goin' down, goin' down
'neath the city, eatin' ground round
Underground is pretty gritty
I turned the screw she held the light
That's when i knew she was a

Sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes

Playin' no fair, sleepin' under stairs
Downtown's a pity, takin' fair square
Under where it's pretty gritty
I turned the screw, she held the knife

Oh, holy jesus, she's a sight for sore eyes
Sight for sore eyes
She's a nitty grutty

Turnin' in style, walk a mile for your titty
Naked foul while under there
Under where it's pretty gritty
Hey, don't you know people
She's a love lust hussy
She left, oh she rust me
Dear old girl
She was a sight for sore eyes
But she was sittin' pretty
A sight for sore eyes
She was a nitty gritty
Sight for sore eyes

Peeled back and parted
Even at the start it was delight or demise
I feel like a leopard king
Sight for sore eyes
She was a sight for sore eyes