The Jazz Butcher - Killed Out

from the album  Waiting For The Love Bus


Hard little boy and the sadness of fear
At eleven-o'clock in the morning
Under the dome with a hangover head
It's that little boy's first date with the monster

And I sulk    Don't be talkin' to me
I sulk        Like a deportee
I sulk        I got a eggiweg head
It's gonna be a while till I get out of your bed

Killed out    Flat on my back
Killed out    But I don't care

(Here kitty kitty do the other one
Jealous of ?? twice as much fun)

So much effort for a stupid noise
And your mother bakes cakes real slow in the afternoon sun
The big drum is a wonderful sound
But there it is -- Killed out

Alcohol and the American artist
Alcohol and the American artist
Edgar Allen Poe and Dorothy Parker
I wanna be an American artist
I'm vacant
I haven't got a lot on my mind
I like sonic vavoom, but
I haven't got a lot on my mind
I'm vacant
Don't waste time tryin' to get to me
No no no no

Cause I sulk  I'm gonna bite your face
I sulk        I fill your world with Mace
I sulk        I'm in need of a shave
I sulk        Yeah from beyond the grave

Killed out    Well I'm flat on my back
Killed out    I don't care

No sex no drugs no science no sin
If your name's down here then you're going straight in
No sex no drugs no science no sin
Welcome to eternity -- Blame it on Sting

(Here kitty kitty to the other one
Jealous of ???, twice as much fun) x4