The View From The Barstool

Slit my throat and wrists just so
Heaven knows I'm miserable
And fame is calling my name, it's screaming "who are you?"
And it's strange but it's not gonna change my view from the barstool

Yeah

They all wanna know
How to sell a soul
They all wanna hold a body close
And I'll be Norma Jean
Until you're bored of me
I will wanna hold your body close

But no cuban cigar
As useless as a human heart

And fame is calling my name, it's screaming "who are you?"
And it's strange like hands on my frame but I don't wanna argue

They all wanna know
How to sell a soul
They all wanna hold a body close
I'll be Norma Jean
Until you're bored of me
I will wanna hold your body

So close

And I'm not myself and I'm not much help
But I'm almost
A guy you'd like you said something right
You said
"I wanna buy you a drink
Aint you the guy from that thing?
You're looking due for a fling
I like your body
I want your body
Let's get that body to sing"

Fame is calling my name, it's screaming "who are you?"

They all wanna know
How to sell a soul
They all wanna hold a body close
And I'll be Norma Jean
Until you're bored of me
I will wanna hold your body close

'Cause they all wanna know
And hold a body close
I'll be Norma Jean
And I'll hold your body close



Credits
Writer(s): Charlie Kerr, Clark Grieve, Cole, George, James Younger, Mike Noble
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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