Tim Curry

There's a man Hanging by his pants-seat While the moon Is hanging over 4th street People stop and look at him They think they understand They know that you're loaded And you're crazy And they think you're stupid You can trust me I'm your best friend

Sloe Gin, sloe Gin Tryin' to wash away the pain inside Well I'm sick and I'm all done in And I'm standing in the rain And I feel like I'm gonna cry I'm so fucking lonely And I ain't even high I'm so fucking lonely And I feel like I'm gonna die Mayday

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling Traveling, traveling, traveling Looking for something, what can it be Oh I hate you some, I hate you some, I love you some Oh I love you when I forget about me I want to be strong I want to laugh along I want

I'm a smash at cocktail parties I keep falling on my face I can't decide which side my heart is I'm such a damn disgrace Can't take me anyplace [can't read the menu] Can't take me anyplace [except in French] Can't take me anyplace Hide this face Hide

Cold blue steel out of money One eye for the beat police Sweet Fire calling "You can't deny me Now you know what you need" Underneath the jungle gym Hollow grey fire escape thief Looking for sweet fire Shadow of lady release "Come with me I

I'm giving up this restless life My wayward friends The bad advice they give I'm settling down to keep you company I'm starting over One more time A change of heart I've crossed the line again It took me all this time to see That what we've got is So

Edith Sitwell giving readings 14 Moscow Road Osbert's giving champagne parties Sachie's got a cold Gertrude's hanging pictures Alice making tea Me, I do the only thing that still Makes sense to me I do the Rock I do the Rock Rock John and Yoko farmin

Freezing on this corner Waiting for a ride uptown Really getting restless Could have walked that far by now Now it's after midnight I need a fast ride I got to get to you somehow I got to be right on time Right on the money Right on time Right on the

Birds of a feather Flock together Yes they do, yes! Birds of a feather Flock together Yes they do, yes! My voluptuary bird of paradise I fold your wings I won't think twice If the pleasures of the flesh could transcend Then ecstasy would be my end Do