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What is in her mind?

She put her fist

Through the windowpane

It was such

a funny feeling

Its so cold

In Alaska

Its so cold in Alaska

Its so cold

In Alaska

Its so cold.

Theyre taking

her children away

Because they said shes

not a good mother

Theyre taking

her children away

Because she was making it

with sisters and brothers

And everyone else,

all the others

Like the cheap officers,

theyd stand there

And flirt

in front of me

Theyre taking

her children away

Because they said

shes not a good mother

Theyre taking

her children away

Because of the things

that they heard she had done

The black

air-force sergeant

Was not the first one

And all of the drugs

She took every one

Every one

And I am

the waterboy

The real games

not over here

But my heart

is overflowin

Anyway

Im just

a tired man

No words to say

Ahh, since she

lost her daughter

Its her eyes

That fill with water

And me

I am much happier

this way

Theyre taking

her children away

Because they said

Shes not a good mother

Theyre taking

her children away

Because, number one

The girlfriend

from Paris

And the things

that they did

Aw, man, you didnt

have to ask us

And then the Welshman

from India

Who came here

to stay

Theyre taking

her children away

Because they said shes

not a good mother

Theyre taking

her children away

Because of the things

she did in the streets

In the alleys

and the bars

She couldnt be beat,

that miserable rotten slut

She couldnt

turn anyone away

And I?

Im the waterboy

Mommy!

Mommy!

Mommy, Mommy!

Mommy!

And I am

the waterboy

The real games

not over here

But my heart

is overflowin

Anyway

Im just

a tired man

No words to say

But since she lost

her daughter

Its her eyes

That fill with water

And me

Im much happier

this way.

This is the place

Where she lay her head

When she went

to bed at night

And this is the place where

our children were conceived

Candles lit

the room at night

And this is the place

where she cut her wrists

That odd

and fateful night

And I said

"Oh oh

oh oh oh oh

What a feeling"

And I said

"Oh oh oh oh

oh oh

What a feeling"

Oh oh oh oh

oh oh

What a feeling

Oh oh oh oh

oh oh

What a feeling

This is the place

where we used to live

I paid for it with love

and blood

And these are the boxes

she kept on the shelf

Filled with her-

Her poetry

and her stuff

And this is the room

where she took the razor

And cut her wrists that

strange and fateful night

And I said

"Oh oh oh oh

oh oh

What a feeling"

And I said,

"Oh oh oh oh

What a feeling"

I never should

have started

If Id known

itd end this way

But funny thing

Im not at all sad...

That it stopped

this way

This is the place

where she lay her head

When she went

to bed at night

And this is the place

our children were conceived

Candles lit the room

brightly at night

And this is the place

where she cut her wrists

That odd

and fateful night

And I said

"Oh oh oh

oh oh oh

What a feeling"

And I said

"Oh oh oh oh

oh oh

What a feeling"

Oh, so cold,

oh, so cold

Oh, so cold

Oh, so cold.

Staring at my

picture book

She looks like Mary,

Queen of Scots

She seemed very regal

to me

Just goes to show

how wrong you can be

Im gonna stop

Wasting my time

Somebody else

Would have broken

both of her arms

- Sad song

- Sad song...

My castle,

kids and home

I thought she was Mary,

Queen of Scots

I tried so very hard

Shows just how wrong

you can be

Im gonna stop

Wasting my time

Somebody else

Would have broken

Both of her arms

- Sad song

- Sad song...

Sad song...

Candy says

Ive come

to hate my body

And all it requires

In this world

And Candy says

Id like to know

completely

What others

so discreetly

Talk about

Im going to watch

The bluebirds fly

Over my shoulder,

Im...

Im going to watch

them pass me by

Maybe, baby,

when Im older

What do you think

Id see

If I could walk

away from me?

Candy says

And I hate those

quiet places

That cause

the smallest taste

Of what will be

Candy says

I hate those

big decisions

That cause

endless revisions

In my mind

Lou:

Im going to watch

The bluebirds fly

Over my shoulder

Im going to watch

them pass me by

Maybe when Im older

What do you think

Id see

If I could walk

away from me?

- Over my shoulder

- Oooh

Maybe when Im older

Antony!

Esto se titula

el "Minueto Rock".

Paralyzed by hatred

And a piss-ugly soul

If he murdered

the old man

He thought

hed become whole

While listening

at night

To an old radio

Where they danced

to the rock minuet

In the gay bars

At the back of the bar

He consummated hatred

On a cold sawdust floor

While the jukebox

played backbeats

Sniffing coke

off a jar

While they danced

to a rock minuet

School was a waste

He was meant

for the street, but...

School was the only way

That the army

could be beat

The two whores

sucked his nipples

Till he came

on their feet

As they danced

to the rock minuet

He dreamt that the old man

was sunk to his knees

The leather belt tied so tight

that it was hard to breathe

And the studs

from his jacket were as cold

As a breeze

As they danced

to a rock minuet

He pictured the bedroom

Where he heard

the first cry

Mama on all fours

With his daddy behind

And her yell hurt so much,

he had wished hed gone blind

And rocked

to a rock minuet

Go!

In the back of the warehouse

were a couple of guys

They had tied someone up

and sewn up his eyes

And he got so excited,

he came on his thighs

While they danced

to the rock minuet

On Avenue B

someone cruised him one night

He took him in an alley

and then pulled a knife

And he thought of the old man

as he cut his windpipe

And finally danced

to the rock minuet

In the curse

of the alley

The thrill

of the streets

On the bitter

cold docks

Where the outlaws all meet

in euphoria drug

In euphoria heat

You could dance

to the rock minuet

In the thrill

of the needle

And anonymous sex

You could dance

to a rock minuet

So when you dance hard

Slow dancing, when you

dance hard

Slow dancing,

when you dance hard

Slow dancing, when you

dance to a rock minuet.

Standing on the corner

Suitcase in my hand

Jack is in his corset

and Janes in her vest, baby

Me, Im in

a rock n roll band!

Ridin a Stutz Bearcat

Those were

different times

The poets studied

rules of verse

The ladies

rolled their eyes

You know

what theyre saying

Sweet Jane

Oh, sweet Jane

Sweet Jane

Now Jack,

he is a banker

And Jane,

she is a clerk

Both them save

their monies, honeys

And when they come home

from work, ah

Sittin here by the fire

The radio, it does play

A little classical music

"The March of the Wooden

Soldiers"

You could hear Jack say,

he says, "Jane!"

Oh now, baby!

Sweet Jane

Oh-a, sweet Jane

Some people like

to go out dancing

Then theres other people,

baby, they got to work

You better watch me now

Theres some evil mothers

Theyll just tell you that

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