It'll Chew You Up And Spit You Out - Concrete Blonde

Well I was tripping down the street early this morning

And psychic lady pointed at me

She said come on in and I gave her my money

Said tell me, tell me, what you see

And she said she saw the angels dancing with me

Dancing to the beat of my feet down the street

She said she saw the angels dancing with me

Keep on, keep on, keep on now

Still in Hollywood

Oh I thought I’d be out of here by now

Still in Hollywood

My, my I’m running on a wheel and I don’t know why

I don’t know why

And I ran into Tommy Pomy

What a goddamned phony

Had a new fish on the line

Well the last one left with the last bad check

The only good one that he ever had died

I gotta live and let live, I gotta learn to forgive

You know that everybody’s got a right

But there’s evil all around in this broken down city

It’s a twenty four hour fight

Still in Hollywood

Oh wow I thought I’d be outta here by now

Still in Hollywood

My, my I’m running on a wheel and don’t know why

Still in Hollywood

Oh wow I thought I’d be outta here by now

Still in Hollywood

My, my, my I’m running on a wheel

And don’t know, don’t know, don’t know why

So let’s me and you go get a new tattoo

We can hop on the Harley and cruise

We can start at the pier and share a beer

Head out to the desert

I can feel it from here

Ride all the way to where the lizards play

Riding on, and on, and on

There’s a million stars it’ll blow you away

It’s all so Concrete Blonde

Still in Hollywood

Thats right, you know we can ride it out all night

Still in Hollywood

Hey, hey, hey I got to, getaway, gotta getaway yeah

Still in Hollywood

My, my, my yes I’m glad to be alive

Still in Hollywood

Mama gonna be somebody, someday, sometime

Still in Hollywood

Oh yeah, ooo…

What’s-a-matter with you, young man?

Going to Hollywood, gonna be a big shot?

That town’s gonna suck you up and spit you out!

You ain’t gonna have a pot to piss in!

Don’t come back to me for a job!

You made your bed, now sleep in it!

Go back to these Copelands, what else… who are they anyways?

The Stewie, Miles Copelands… you ain’t gonna have a dime!

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