Tippett: Byzantium - 4. At Midnight on the Emperor's Pavement

歌詞

Maybe somone's gonna save me My heart is made of gravy And the laps I swim from lunatics don't count Open up your stocking Pull out all the things you never wanted 'til room service calls Room service calls Open up your hands and let me see the things you keep in there I want to split up fifty-fifty That's the way we do it in this rogue's town I've got all the glory in the world And I hope it doesn't floor you before you go Room service calls In the random falls -- go! Whenever (x6) eve eve ever I feel fine I'm gonna walk away From all this, all that. The groovy groovy kitty and little little pity With your slipshed (? ) watch in back And skinny skinny people don't like that When you call on them Spell me. Spritzer on ice in new york city Isn't it a pity? You never had anything to mix with that Listen to the tender behind the open chest in the hall Room service calls I'm blue 'n green, green and blue-oooo Whenever (x4) ne ne ne ne never ho I feel fi-i-ine, I'll walk the plank for you I'll walk the plank I wore your ? plank? for you in the d-d-d-d-dark Of the captain (seder row? ) Jacob, jacob javitz, I'd like to thank you for everything Primarily your glass house I'm workin' the ballin' stores 'n I'm cashmir wrap sellin' Come along lads, join hands, 1. 2. 3. go! (guess, levis, guess, levis) Whaaaahahaahahooohoaoohoo The story it goes and a Distorted ghost Distorted ghost