Budapest Live lyrics

Tied to the tracks

And the trains just coming

Strapped to the wing

With the engine running

You say that this wasn't in your plan
Don't mess around with the demolition man

I'm a walking nightmare

An arsenal of doom

I kill conversations as I walk into the room

I'm a three line whip

I'm the sort of thing they ban

I'm a walking disaster boy

Tied to a chair

Crazy Janey and her mission man
Were back in the alley trading hands
Along came Wild Billy with his friend Gee Man
All duded up for Saturday night

Well, Billy slammed on his coaster brakes, said
Anybody wanna go to Greasy Lake
It's a mile down on the dark side of Route 88
I got a bottle of rosé let's try it

We'll pick up Hazy Davey and Killer Joe and

Princess cards she sends me with her regards,

Oh, bar-room eyes shine vacancy

To see her you gotta look hard

Wounded deep in battle, I stand stuffed like some soldier undaunted

To her cheshire smile I'll stand on file
She's all I ever wanted

You let your blue walls stand in the way of these facts, honey

Get your carpet baggers off my back

Girl give me time to cover my tracks