El Harlem - Mr. Chinaski Lyrics

The red sparrow's late, Belane is a mess
From the office to the desert getting laid
The lame routine of getting fired, the same
Six gallons of wine before the brothel, insane
Goddamn give me a break
Let me smoke this pack and f*ck this girl
Otherwise I'll end up Ill
Watching the screen
And paying the bills
Taxes for alcoholization
Expensive condoms and bad taste bourbon
Self-destruction seduction
Bimbos walking for auction
But there will be no thrill
No thrill at all
If i can't get inside your panties or your home
It's a long ride, to turn my soul on
It's a long ride, to turn my soul on
And even tho she gave good head
That place was homeland of his loneliness once again
The hard work glebe
The rednecks peace
They'll be the stunner in your bottle of cheap light beer
It's a long ride, to turn my soul on
It's a long ride, to turn my soul on
Since the beginning
You knew remoteness
Was the clue of sane regret
Bitterness, fatigue and all that shit
As a result of phony ways to coexist
You don't want to admit it
Your damaged mind cannot stand itself
Two bleak eyes and two weak legs
They were only tools to stay the night awake in a long ride...
But there'll be no thrill
No thrill at all
If i can't get inside your panties or your home
It's a long ride, to turn my soul on
It's a long ride, to turn my soul on
Sweep to Tijuana back to LA
The loss of virginity voyage
But the young guy couldn't get it straight
There's a big dick waiting on Monday
It's a long ride, to turn my soul on
It's a long ride, to turn my soul on
Well, it's a long ride
(It's a long ride)
Turn my soul on
(Turn my soul on)
Turn my soul on
It's a long long long long ride
(It's a long long long long ride)
To turn my soul on