Yer Ropes (Bonus Track)
They say this place is haunted (that's right)
But only by a gullible-gullible-gullible ghost
They say the past is a-broken
If you wanna live like most
Either way, angel
You can earn your wings by living on both coasts
Seldom is the silence broken
Excepted for the fortunate and few to boast
Hanging by a thread, well out on the ropes
Well out on the ropes
Well, you got enough to hang you
You know better than to stand around still
For the big world to catch up and stand still
You look good moving in for the kill
You can wash it off later
With some time and a little bit of soap
Hanging by a thread
Well out up there on the ropes
Up there on the ropes
Humidity
Well, the fly here loves the spider
As they dance around the bed
The wilful wanton inside her
Delivers desires to the heart and head
When it's time to fly come morning
The spider smiles, he says, "Nope"
He's grown to love the way your wings feel
Hanging by a thread
Well out on the ropes
Do you half expected it to happen
But never reduced by someone whom you felt so close?
Either way angel (angel)
You can keep your wings
And the stuff you cherish most
Hanging by a thread
Except we're all broken
Well out on the ropes
Hear that sound, smell that smell
Turpentine on the ground and Mr. Softly rigin' his bell
Soft surf but a double swirl
Confetti tough
Okay
Go
Here we are on a Segway machine
Hey, that's good, ain't it?
But only by a gullible-gullible-gullible ghost
They say the past is a-broken
If you wanna live like most
Either way, angel
You can earn your wings by living on both coasts
Seldom is the silence broken
Excepted for the fortunate and few to boast
Hanging by a thread, well out on the ropes
Well out on the ropes
Well, you got enough to hang you
You know better than to stand around still
For the big world to catch up and stand still
You look good moving in for the kill
You can wash it off later
With some time and a little bit of soap
Hanging by a thread
Well out up there on the ropes
Up there on the ropes
Humidity
Well, the fly here loves the spider
As they dance around the bed
The wilful wanton inside her
Delivers desires to the heart and head
When it's time to fly come morning
The spider smiles, he says, "Nope"
He's grown to love the way your wings feel
Hanging by a thread
Well out on the ropes
Do you half expected it to happen
But never reduced by someone whom you felt so close?
Either way angel (angel)
You can keep your wings
And the stuff you cherish most
Hanging by a thread
Except we're all broken
Well out on the ropes
Hear that sound, smell that smell
Turpentine on the ground and Mr. Softly rigin' his bell
Soft surf but a double swirl
Confetti tough
Okay
Go
Here we are on a Segway machine
Hey, that's good, ain't it?
Credits
Writer(s): Howe Gelb
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