Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bowery Blues, artist - Lydia Lunch.
Date of issue: 10.07.2006
Song language: English
Bowery Blues |
The story of man makes me sick |
Inside, outside, I don’t know why |
Something so conditional and all talk |
Should hurt me so |
I am hurt, I am scared |
I want to live, I want to die |
I don’t know where to turn |
In the void and when to cut |
Out |
For no Church told me |
No Guru holds me |
No advice just stone of New York |
And on the cafeteria we hear |
The saxophone O dead Ruby |
Died of shot in Thirty Two |
Sounding like old times and de bombed |
Empty decapitated |
Murder by the clock |
And I see Shadows |
Dancing into Doom |
In love, holding |
TIght the lovely asses |
Of the little girls |
In love with sex |
Showing themselves |
In white undergarments |
At elevated windows |
Hoping for the Worst |
I can’t take it |
Anymore |
If I can’t hold |
My little behind |
To me in my room |
Then it’s goodbye |
Sangsara |
For me |
Besides |
Girls aren’t as good |
As they look |
And Samadhi |
Is better |
Than you think |
When it starts in |
Hitting your head |
In with Buzz |
Of glittergold |
Heaven’s Angels |
Wailing |
Saying |
We’ve been waiting for you |
Since Morning, Jack |
Why were you so long |
Dallying in the sooty room? |
This transcendental Brilliance |
Is the better part |
(of Nothingness |
I sing) |
Okay |
Quit |
Mad |
Stop |