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In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey. Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie
See me comin to town with my soul straight down out of the world with my fingers
I saw her, yeah I saw her, with her black tongue tied round the roses
There's a destination a little up the road, from the habitations and the towns we know
She's got cigarette on each arm. She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading and everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting
It takes a backwash man, to sing a backwash song. Like a frying pan when the fire's gone
Can't you hear those cavalry drums, hijacking your equilibrium
Alcohol on my hands I got plans to ditch myself and get outside
I been drifting along In the same stale shoes. Loose ends tying a noose In the back of my mind
I really think I better get a hold of myself. Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself
When they beat on a broken guitar and on the streets they reek of tropical charms