The architects are choking out another hollow tooth And the rooms have all been rented from the gutter to the roof In the heart of a city desire finds its fuel You go out looking for trouble, sooner or later and the trouble finds you
Here the men walk like pigeons And the women all talk loud Skin's a coin of the kingdom Everybody's lonesome The wild boys say "I'm onto you"
So to hell with the mill sallow chorus Lift you body out of exile Come bend to the outlaw arrow Come let me under you veil They might say love is only trouble We're both too drunk to steer it We may never be angels But we're lousy with the spirit
Here the men walk like pigeons And the women all talk loud Skin's a coin of the kingdom Everybody's lonesome The diamond girls say "I'm onto you"
And the streets say "I'm onto you" And the night say "I'm onto you" And the lovers say "I'm onto you"
In the fire of my youth We were racing with the sun Kissing in the churchyard I knew a righteous woman
