Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Steve McQueen, artist - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Date of issue: 21.10.2021
Song language: English
Steve McQueen |
| Here I am the Moonlight Man with a six-barrel shooter |
| But I’m not that kinda guy, I have a dream |
| Sometimes I get the elevator to the top of the Burj Al Arab |
| And shoot my guns across Dubai |
| Bang, bang, bang, I’m that kinda guy |
| But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter |
| Curl up inside my typewriter and wish that I could die |
| Your legs are so long they should come with their own elevator |
| Don’t worry darling I’ll be coming around to see you later |
| Because between you and me and my best friend the housefly |
| I’m a Steve McQueen with a big, beautiful dream |
| I am God |
| I am God thinking about God thinking about Steve McQueen |
| It’s for me the sirens and the sylphs do their twilight pining |
| On Saturday night I walk on someone else’s stomach lining |
| Up and down the street, call me a cab, call me a cab |
| No I’m a housefly called God and I don’t give a fuck |
| Here I come up the elevator |
| Sixty floors hoping I don’t get stuck |
| And everyone out here does mean |
| And everyone out here does pain |
| But someone’s gotta sing the stars |
| And someone’s gotta sing the rain |
| I’m the atomizer |
| I’m the vaporizer |
| I turn everything to crud |
| I like it here in your flesh and blood |
| I’m the elevator man don’t you see? |
| You’re a spine lashed, long legged lovely young thing |
| Call me a cab, I’ll drive to the top of the Burj Al Arab and fire my guns |
| across your stomach |
| Because someone’s gotta sing the stars |
| And someone’s gotta sing the rain |
| And someone’s gotta sing the blood |
| And someone’s gotta sing the pain |
| Watch out you fuckers |
| I’ve got my six shooter and my housefly on a lead |
| I’m Burj al-McQueen and I’m coming to make every last one of you bleed |
| God is great, chances are |
| God is good, well I wouldn’t go that far |
| I’m Steve McQueen the atrocity man |
| With my strap-on blood porn dream |
| But mostly I curl up inside my typewriter with my housefly and cry |
| I tell my housefly not to cry |
| My housefly tells me not to die |
| Because someone’s gotta sing the stars |
| And someone’s gotta sing the rain |
| And someone’s gotta sing the blood |
| And someone’s gotta sing the pain |
| Someone’s gotta sing the stars |
| Someone’s gotta sing the rain |
| Yeah, that’s me |
| Up &down your dream |