Whiskey Nights
Damn those whiskey nights
When you do your lap dances with others
And the light is low and my rhythm is low
And your stories are really true
The janitors and clerks are out
They are all in denial
The rain is sand, the world is boiling
And nothing, nothing seems to be holding
The keys sound like harmonicas
Escapades in their making
The bats fly and the crickets cry
And wild women give us alibi
Well I hate those whiskey nights
And I just love to hate them
It's useless, it's all smog
When your hands tremble after mine
Inside the bars all are Mona Lisas
Cigarettes and coins will melt the sun
Johnny you're taking it too cruelly
She's all about you anyway
Parasite that's the name
Don't they manage very well?
And I wonder when it crumbles
Are they fiddlers or are they clowns?
Well the days go sooner or later
Sense fate in soaring horizons
I don't believe she said
But I knew it was a grand lie
Well damn those whiskey nights
When my visions are live wires
And your skin is moonlit and warm
And your eyes are wet asphalt roads
So bad it's so bad
When the glasses are full
Cause we don't drink to health
These times we drink to wealth
Damn those whiskey nights
When your neighbors are in the valley
And your streets come alive
With vermin and passionate flies
And everybody's stuck with it
It's a building full of holes
Our mamas my dear senators
Is what really counts over time
See you got your brand new things
The poker fares well with you
And your pretty new stuff and ideas
Are impressive souvenirs of a kind.
Infant sounds come from the stations
The musicians and artists paint lies
When they keep level these days
As judgment is set aside
Well these whiskey nights are queens
And the kings are gone or drunk
Finally amphetamine aces to me
And brakes me just like your oblivion would
When you do your lap dances with others
And the light is low and my rhythm is low
And your stories are really true
The janitors and clerks are out
They are all in denial
The rain is sand, the world is boiling
And nothing, nothing seems to be holding
The keys sound like harmonicas
Escapades in their making
The bats fly and the crickets cry
And wild women give us alibi
Well I hate those whiskey nights
And I just love to hate them
It's useless, it's all smog
When your hands tremble after mine
Inside the bars all are Mona Lisas
Cigarettes and coins will melt the sun
Johnny you're taking it too cruelly
She's all about you anyway
Parasite that's the name
Don't they manage very well?
And I wonder when it crumbles
Are they fiddlers or are they clowns?
Well the days go sooner or later
Sense fate in soaring horizons
I don't believe she said
But I knew it was a grand lie
Well damn those whiskey nights
When my visions are live wires
And your skin is moonlit and warm
And your eyes are wet asphalt roads
So bad it's so bad
When the glasses are full
Cause we don't drink to health
These times we drink to wealth
Damn those whiskey nights
When your neighbors are in the valley
And your streets come alive
With vermin and passionate flies
And everybody's stuck with it
It's a building full of holes
Our mamas my dear senators
Is what really counts over time
See you got your brand new things
The poker fares well with you
And your pretty new stuff and ideas
Are impressive souvenirs of a kind.
Infant sounds come from the stations
The musicians and artists paint lies
When they keep level these days
As judgment is set aside
Well these whiskey nights are queens
And the kings are gone or drunk
Finally amphetamine aces to me
And brakes me just like your oblivion would
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Writer(s): Fredrik Johansson
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