The night sits upon a golden sun
With the news in a bag
Says, listen boy, you better run, run, run
Down on the street they're gonna steal her car
With cold lips,
blue heart Better lose the baby or you won't get far
And if you think that it cuts me out
I'm gonna sharpen up my tongue and really
cut you out
And if you think that it gets me down
I'm gonna gather all my strength and really try you out
Here comes the drummer with the golden arm He's got the news in a bag
He wants to hang in on the singer with the golden lung
She's singing,
you're all sunglasses and I'm white light
Out on the moonless ocean you'll see Be bubbly,
love, baby, that's alright
And if you think that it cuts me out
I'm gonna sharpen up my tongue and really
cut you out
And if you think that it gets me down
I'm gonna gather all my strength and really try you out
Down on the beach they're all covered in foam
With cold hearts,
hot action I see a five foot tall and a seven foot bruiser
Back on the street they're still
painted blue And I'm wishing on a star
And if you think that it cuts me out
I'm gonna sharpen up my tongue and really cut you out
And if you think that it gets me down I'm gonna
gather all my strength and really try you out