Slinking in the shadows
Drinking from a bottle of lust
Your dignity's long since cynically lost to the dust
She said, "I liked the book more than the movie"
And I said, "Yeah, I know, but it'll all be over soon"
Because of you I'm like a man who's lusting
For women who are fractions my old-age
Maybe happiness is overrated
Your medicated ghost still knows my name
I tried to agree and I tried to believe it was worth it
I tried to hard to forget it was you all along
One day soon I'm gonna sail to the moon
And I'll burn up upon my reentry
And the pundit TV will all foam at the teeth over me
If I could go again I'd be a writer
With books for sale on supermarket lanes
American eyes would pass my aisles
Hopes and dreams unreconciled
And everything would be the same
Johnny Crimes - Sixty Minutes As a Writer Lyrics
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Slinking in the shadows
Drinking from a bottle of lust
Your dignity's long since cynically lost to the dust
She said, "I liked the book more than the movie"
And I said, "Yeah, I know, but it'll all be over soon"
Because of you I'm like a man who's lusting
For women who are fractions my old-age
Maybe happiness is overrated
Your medicated ghost still knows my name
I tried to agree and I tried to believe it was worth it
I tried to hard to forget it was you all along
One day soon I'm gonna sail to the moon
And I'll burn up upon my reentry
And the pundit TV will all foam at the teeth over me
If I could go again I'd be a writer
With books for sale on supermarket lanes
American eyes would pass my aisles
Hopes and dreams unreconciled
And everything would be the same
Drinking from a bottle of lust
Your dignity's long since cynically lost to the dust
She said, "I liked the book more than the movie"
And I said, "Yeah, I know, but it'll all be over soon"
Because of you I'm like a man who's lusting
For women who are fractions my old-age
Maybe happiness is overrated
Your medicated ghost still knows my name
I tried to agree and I tried to believe it was worth it
I tried to hard to forget it was you all along
One day soon I'm gonna sail to the moon
And I'll burn up upon my reentry
And the pundit TV will all foam at the teeth over me
If I could go again I'd be a writer
With books for sale on supermarket lanes
American eyes would pass my aisles
Hopes and dreams unreconciled
And everything would be the same
Writer: Jonathan Crymes
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