I need a place to blow my nose
A place where most men loathe to go
I wanted a house but I earned a whole
Lot of love for the sun and some kind of road
I watched you watch my head fall off
I need a piece of upper crust
To keep my mind from going to rust
And I sleep like a stone in a bed of dust
But I laugh at the world though it’s not enough
I watched you watch my head fall off
I don’t want to go where people call me Joe
I don’t want to be the bad one anymore
I don’t want to stay where people come and go
I don’t want to feed that traveler in my home
I need a place to blow my nose
A place where most men loathe to go
I wanted a house but I earned a whole
Lot of love for the sun and some kind of road
I don’t want to go where people call me Joe
I don’t want to be the bad one anymore
I don’t want to stay where people come and go
I don’t want to feed that traveler in my home
LATW has a ton of songs and the collections are always morphing. Put this one up because it has a lot of our favorites. Jackson Bihler Eats Bubble Gum The We Shared Milk
Fearless and full of energy! It's as if someone recorded a strung-out Andy Warhol singing with a gospel rock keyboardist and the beach boy's drummer. Cold Pizza