High-end pressure motel showers make my backbones ache
Out the windows barred with silver neon hums in my brain
Ladies dancing drunkards prancing in the tumbleweeds
Tourists fly be dead vamp high times swallowing jellybeans
Drugstore Cowboy coming to get you coming to take your Thirty-Three
He's in the saloon trying to find you but your room isn't for vacancy
Romantic gestures candlelights do not mean a thing
Rooms with static up town addicts and fille de jolie
Drugstore Cowboy coming to get you coming to take your Thirty-Three
He's in the saloon trying to find you but your room isn't for vacancy
Men in pinstripe suits smoke cigarettes and drink alcohol
B-Side Prostitutes stand waiting for one last call
Gave and electric kiss to Sally; felt nothing at all
The man without a heart making his final front desk call
Drugstore Cowboy coming to get you coming to take your Thirty-Three
He's in the saloon trying to find you but your room isn't for vacancy
Hotel Cortez doesn't except people with your crystal teeth
We take the sinners nighttime withers then we make them clean
B-Side Suite - Drugstore Cowboy Lyrics
B-Side Suite - Drugstore Cowboy Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
High-end pressure motel showers make my backbones ache
Out the windows barred with silver neon hums in my brain
Ladies dancing drunkards prancing in the tumbleweeds
Tourists fly be dead vamp high times swallowing jellybeans
Drugstore Cowboy coming to get you coming to take your Thirty-Three
He's in the saloon trying to find you but your room isn't for vacancy
Romantic gestures candlelights do not mean a thing
Rooms with static up town addicts and fille de jolie
Drugstore Cowboy coming to get you coming to take your Thirty-Three
He's in the saloon trying to find you but your room isn't for vacancy
Men in pinstripe suits smoke cigarettes and drink alcohol
B-Side Prostitutes stand waiting for one last call
Gave and electric kiss to Sally; felt nothing at all
The man without a heart making his final front desk call
Drugstore Cowboy coming to get you coming to take your Thirty-Three
He's in the saloon trying to find you but your room isn't for vacancy
Hotel Cortez doesn't except people with your crystal teeth
We take the sinners nighttime withers then we make them clean
Out the windows barred with silver neon hums in my brain
Ladies dancing drunkards prancing in the tumbleweeds
Tourists fly be dead vamp high times swallowing jellybeans
Drugstore Cowboy coming to get you coming to take your Thirty-Three
He's in the saloon trying to find you but your room isn't for vacancy
Romantic gestures candlelights do not mean a thing
Rooms with static up town addicts and fille de jolie
Drugstore Cowboy coming to get you coming to take your Thirty-Three
He's in the saloon trying to find you but your room isn't for vacancy
Men in pinstripe suits smoke cigarettes and drink alcohol
B-Side Prostitutes stand waiting for one last call
Gave and electric kiss to Sally; felt nothing at all
The man without a heart making his final front desk call
Drugstore Cowboy coming to get you coming to take your Thirty-Three
He's in the saloon trying to find you but your room isn't for vacancy
Hotel Cortez doesn't except people with your crystal teeth
We take the sinners nighttime withers then we make them clean
Writer: Justus Witcher
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid