Better Than Ezra Album

There's an angel on the stairs
(as if you'd even care)
When the lights go up,
and the sun has nearly gone down.

Did you see him on the street?
Did you pass him at your feet?
Did you think aloud, "How dare they 
even look me in the eye'?

And he loves the girls.
And he loves the boys.
Going to make twenty dollars
before the weekends over.

So set him up,
Let him fall.
Turn him over in your hands.
God save the King of New Orleans.

Got a ticket to a show.
Going to see him take a blow.
When the drunk one said,
"Cat Sssstevens was the greatest singer!"

And did you kick him in the head?
Did you see the blood run down? Did you laugh at all when the
people walked right by and said aloud,
"You gutter punks are all the same.
" Probably make twenty dollars 'fore the weekends over."?

So set him up,
Then let him fall.
Turn him over in your hands.
God save the King of New Orleans.

Radio in my head.
Radio in that car.
Going down again,
he's going down again....

Anyway you look, anyway you talk it over.
It's easier to let it slip out of your mind.
But it rips your heart out.

Then it kicks your head in.
Just give him one more chance, 
try to see the beauty in his world.
All the way in on my hands, in on my feet,
and shoulders. Going to make twenty dollars 
before the weekend's over.

So set him up,
Then let him fall.
Turn him over in your hands.
God save the King of New Orleans.

Looking around the house.
Hidden behind the window and the door.
Searching for signs of life but there's nobody home.

Well, maybe I'm just too sure.
Maybe I'm just too frightened 
by the sound of it.
Pieces of note fall down, but the letter said, 

CHORUS:
Aha, it was good living with you. 
Aha, it was good.
Aha, it was good living with you.
Aha, it was good.

Sitting around the house, 
watching the sun trace shadows on the floor.
Searching for signs of life, but there's nobody home.

Well, maybe I'll call 
or write you a letter.
Now, maybe we'll see on the Fourth of July.
But I'm not too sure, and I'm not too proud.
Well, I'm not too sure and I'm not too proud to say.

CHORUS:
Aha, it was good living with you. 
Aha, it was good.
Aha, it was good living with you.
Aha, it was good.

spoken: Yeah, you were so good.yeah you were so good, yeah that's right... 

Maybe I should drop you at your door
Or leave tonight and vanish up the shore
Anywhere but here

It's three o'clock we're driving in your car
You're screaming out the window at the stars
"Please don't drive me home!"

Chorus:
Blame us because we are who we are
Hate us because you'll never get that far
And who'd suppose you would go?
I've already learned enough to know

Tell me all the places we could go
And count the headlights passing on the road
A long, long time ago

Chorus

Bridge
Here we are
Foreign to their world
Straight and composed
Your sermons I can do without
And I finally found
That everybody loves to love you
When you're far away

Could it be we've done something wrong
We'd make it back to your place before dawn
"Please, don't take me home"
"Please, don't take me home"

Chorus

How can you be so warm?
How can you know what I feel?
Well, it's the way you move your hands,
and it's the way you understand.

CHORUS:
And that's the reason that I'm asking.
That's the reason that I want to know.
And that's the reason that I'm asking,
and that's the reason that I'm...

How can you throw everything you live for?
Well, it's the way we shake and sway.
Oh, and it's the passion that you play.

CHORUS:
And that's the reason that I'm asking.
That's the reason that I want to know.
And that's the reason that I'm asking,
and that's the reason that I'm...

BRIDGE:
Too many lost.
Links in a chain passed down through the years,
But ending here, if we just face the pain and the fear.

Who did you love before?
Who did they love before you?
But it's the way you move your hands
And it's the way you understand.

CHORUS:
And that's the reason that I'm asking.
That's the reason that I want to know.
And that's the reason that I'm asking,
and that's the reason that I'm... 

(f/DJ Swamp)

I got a little bit of hope
Like a soap on a rope
Sweeter than sour
But getting thinner by the hour
Falling fast, and I'm running out of gas

Muggin on your sister!
Smart as Bobby Fischer!

Still I couldn't get arrested
Though I got more hooks
Than Madonna got looks
And just like that AC/DC song
Come on baby, shake me all night long

All I want to do
Is stay till early in the morning
(You know I love you baby)
And all I've got to say
Is your love's extra ordinary
You're extra ordinary, baby

Somebody push me through the door
I been sleeping on the floor
Thirty-one flavors, listen to the neighbors 
Through the wall
At a debutante ball

Cumba lada vista!
Got a Mona Lisa!

So much for the late rent
Cause your money's spent
And it's cold inside
But just like that Barenaked Ladies' song
I'm hot like wasabi when I'm next to your body

All I want to do
Is stay till early in the morning
(You know I love you baby)
And all I've got to say, yeah
Is your love's extra ordinary
You're extra ordinary, baby

Ain't love such a sweet thing!
Ain't love such a sweet thing!

(Con fuego, baby ...)

All I want to do
Is stay till early in the morning
(You know I love you baby)
And all I've got to say, yeah
Is your love's extra ordinary
You're extra ordinary, baby

Where have you gone, my Rosealia?
Into the crowd, he'll never find you.
If you walk real fast, and you stay down low.
So many times, so many chances, this one could be your last.

Chorus:
You say no, no, no, the fighting has left you tired.
You say no, no, no, but the fighting goes on.
Put on your mask, wearing your cape.
Put on your mask, my Rosealia.
Put on your mask, wearing your cape.
Put on your mask, my Rosealia.

What has he done, my senorita?
His kind of love is going to kill you.
Do you fake a smile when you dodge the blows?
So many times, so many chances.
This one could be your last.

Chorus:
You say no, no, no, the fighting has left you tired.
You say no, no, no, but the fighting goes on.
Put on your mask, wearing your cape.
Put on your mask, my Rosealia.
Put on your mask, wearing your cape.
Put on your mask, my Rosealia.

BRIDGE:
Jealousy can rip your heart out.
And jealousy can turn a hand into a fist.

Chorus:
You say no, no, no, the fighting has left you tired.
You say no, no, no, but the fighting goes on.
Put on your mask, wearing your cape.
Put on your mask, my Rosealia.
Put on your mask, wearing your cape.
Put on your mask, my Rosealia.

Past the road to your house
That you never called home
Where they turned out your lights
Though they say you'll never know

I remember running through the wet grass
And failing a step behind 
Both of us never tiring 
Desperately wanting 

When they pumped out your guts
And filled you full of those pills 
You were never quite right 
Deserving all the chills 
They say the worst is over
Kicked it over and ran 
Then they ask what went wrong 
When they turn you on again
They turn you on again. 

Chorus: 
Kick them right in the face 
Make them wish they weren't born 
And if they bring up your name 
Well they'll say you won the war.
Baby burst in the world 
Never given a chance 
Then they ask what went wrong 
When you never had it right 

Oh the letters have dropped off 
Though they say you got them all 
I finally figured out some things you'll never know. 
Take back your life and let me inside 
We'll find the door if you care to anymore. 

I remember running through the wet grass 
and falling a step behind 
Both of us never tiring 
Desperately Wanting.

Talking in her sleep again
Reciting lines start to end
But she's not crazy
(Knock on wood)
Just a little misunderstood

She takes a walk at 4AM
Wakes the neighborhood again
And I find myself recalling everything she used to tell me

Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts inside
Aw yeah, that's right, you go around once in life

Everybody wants to be a part
Everybody loves a situation
Who would ever want to play the part
Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart

She's waiting tables the next day
She pulls a double then on her way 
To an audition in Hollywood, yeah,
A little misunderstood

We sit around the house
Waiting for the phone to ring
And I know she alone holds the key 
To everything I want to be

Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts inside
Aw yeah, that's right, you go around once in life

Everybody wants to be a part
Everybody loves a situation
Who would ever want to play the part
Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart

Everybody wants to be your friend 
When you've got something you can give them
All I've seen, bad and good, she's not crazy
Just a little misunderstood.

Aw yeah, all good, she's not crazy,
Just a little misunderstood.

Two years later you're a star
Who'd have thought we'd get this far?
But I'd give it all away if I
Could see you on that day again
When you quit work
And threw that coffee
At the manager jerk

You said, "Close your eyes
I've got a surprise
A house in the hills
And a car that drives by."

Aw yeah, alright, truth hurts, don't it? Inside 
Aw yeah, that's right, you go around once in life

Everybody wants to be a part
Everybody loves a situation
Who would ever want to play the part
Of anonymous numbers on a governmental chart

Everybody wants to be your friend
When you've got something you can give them
All I've seen, bad and good, she's not crazy
Just a little misunderstood.

Aw yeah, all good, she's not crazy,
Just a little misunderstood.

Well, there's a feeling in the air
Just like a Friday afternoon.
Yeah, you can go there if you want
Though it fades too soon.

So go on, let it be.
If there's a feeling coming over me,
Seems like it's always understood this time of year.

To Chorus:
Well, I know there's a reason to change.
Well, I know there's a time for us.
You think about the good times
And you live with all the bad.
You can feel it in the air,
Feeling right this time of year.

Well, there's a football in the air,
Across a leaf blown field.
Yeah, and there's your first car on the road,
And the girl you'd steal.

So go on with yourself
If there's a feeling that there's something else.
Seems like it's always understood
This time of year.

To Chorus:
Well, I know there's a reason to change.
Well, I know there's a time for us.
You think about the good times
And you live with all the bad.
You can feel it in the air,
Feeling right this time of year.

Well, there's a feeling in the air
Just like a Friday afternoon.
Yeah, you can go there if you want
Though it fades too soon.

So go on, let it be.
If there's a feeling coming over me,
Seems like it's always understood this time of year.

To Chorus:
Well, I know there's a reason to change.
Well, I know there's a time for us.
You think about the good times
And you live with all the bad.
You can feel it in the air,

Along the edges, colors blur at seem familiar
While you read your magazine
I was counting all the markers

And California seemed to draw you like a siren
From a postcard, or a letter, in a frame of film melting

But under you, I hear your breath move in, out slowly
Under you, let go completely feeling you take over me

A Hollywood flat where we'd laugh about our fortunes
Well we held jobs in this bar down at 3rd and San Vicente
And Ramen noodles at 4:30 in the morning
When we barely could survive, I was never more alive

Under you, I feel your blood flowing out slowly
Under you, let go completely feeling you take over me

You moved in slow degrees
A sudden memory
You're a Leonard Cohen song

But every now and then I'd swear I see you standing on a sidewalk
In a restaurant, from a taxi cab passing

Under you I feel you moving in/out slowly
Under you let go completely feeling you take over me

Take over me

(Written by Kevin Griffin)

Well I'm watchin' Geraldo on TV
And I'm thinkin' about you and me
About you and me

But ya talk too much
And ya say too little
And ya think too hard
You were gonna tremble
Yet ya talk too much
And ya say too little
And ya think too hard
You were gonna tremble

Well you're dancing with the pole-ends and us
And I'm thinkin' about you and me
About you and me

Chorus

I believe in
I believe this thing
I can't take it anymore
This could be the end of something
This could be the start of something new
This could be the end of something...

Well I'm watchin' Geraldo on TV
And I'm thinkin' about you and me
About you and me

Chorus

Yet ya talk too much
And ya say too little
And your eyes are wide

One more murder in this town
Don't mean a thing just lock your doors
And drive around

One more murder in this town
Don't worry the rain will
Wash the chalk marks from the ground

Saturday night, shots rings out
Add one to the body count
You come alive to see another's end

Plead it to a lesser count
D.A. says without a doubt
In 3-5 you're on the streets again

One more murder in this town
Don't mean a thing
You get accustomed to the sound

One more murder in this town
Block off the street and
Wrap the crime scene tape around

Hosanna! Hosanna!
I can't feel a thing at all!
Hosanna! Hosanna!
I can't feel a thing at all!

Saturday night you're going out
Parking lot, a figure come about
Feel a piece click against your head
Pleading to his sympathy
"Take the car, I got a family"
You hear a laugh
"It don't mean shit to me"

One more murder in this town

Hey, you've got a lot of nerve to show your face around here.
Hey, you've got a lot of nerve to dredge up all my fears.
Well, I wish I could shake some sense into you and walk out the door.

To Chorus:
But your skin is like porcelain.
Yeah, your skin is like porcelain.

Just the other day I felt I had you by a string.
Just the other day I felt we could be everything.
But now when I see you, you're somebody else.
In somebody's eyes and your skin...

To Chorus:
But your skin is like porcelain.
Yeah, your skin is like porcelain.

BRIDGE:
I don't know what I'm saying.
Well, I don't know if you're there.
In the words you are feigning.
Do you even care?

Well I wish I could kill you, 
savor the sight.
Get in to my car, drive into the night.
Then lie as I scream to the heavens above.
That I was the last one you ever loved. 
Yes, your skin is like porcelain.

To Chorus:
But your skin is like porcelain.

This bed is on fire with passion and love
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only cums when she's on top

My thereapist said not to see her no more
Said you're like a disease without any cure
She said I'm so obsessed that I'm becoming a bore
Oh you think you're so pretty

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dress me up in women's clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Dye my eyes and call me pretty

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Moved out of the house
So you moved next door
I locked you out
You cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me
I thought i was alone
You're driving me crazy when are you coming home?

CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
ZZZZZZZZYYYYYYYYYYYYY

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

You were standing on the corner
When it all came crashing down
On your black shoes and your black dress
You pulled your black hat round

I suppose you should feel sorry
But I see you dressed in silk
With your double cappuccino
And it's topped with dry-steamed milk
Well I guess you should feel sorry after all
But I'm not crying anymore

Yeah, and do you forget who you are
When you're the last one in the bar
And then morning unfurls
On the wallflower
Wallflower girl
On the wallflower girl

Well you're in and out
And up and down
And halfway in-between
You're Holly Golightly
Yeah I heard you played that scene
Well you say that you're an actress
And a painter on the side
Yeah you used to read the tarot cards
But you don't like what you find
Well, I suppose we both know your future anyway
Hey hey hey

Yeah, and do you forget who you are
When you're the last one in the bar
And then morning unfurls
On the wallflower
Wallflower girl
Wallflower girl

When you're climbing up a mountainside
Well you say it hurts your ears when they mock
But that's the price you pay
For being on top

Now the light is turning greener
And my thoughts are ringing true
And the reason that I'm so hard, girl
I see myself in you
And the mountain-tops and valleys
And the vantage points between
Yeah you used to read the tarot cards
But you don't like what you've seen
Well I suppose we both know your future anyway
Hey hey hey

Yeah, and do you forget who you are
When you're the last one in the bar
And then morning unfurls
On the wallflower
Yeah yeah