all the words worth repeating
She's dan cing but not singing
Is it maybe that she doesn't
She's dressed up, don't worry,
she's mildly self -defeating
And the secrets she is keeping,
and we are here to help you sing your songs
We are here to help you sing your songs
Cause tomorrow comes and no one
She starts grinning when the room,
She's los ing all her winnings
She's angry, but it's just the alcohol
She's all fucked right up
That's okay, man, she's got friends
We are here to help you sing your songs
We are here to help you sing your songs
Cause tomorrow comes and no one calls
Chinatown, those are pretty lights
Just a make -up doll and put on
Someone taught her it's okay
Like an educated angel, be a rat
You know in all the things you love
Well, okay, priceless picture she's collected ,ice
less fixtures that are freezing from the people
We are here to help you sing your songs.
Cause tomorrow's gonna come
The best possible thing that can happen,
though, is that the screw on this right side does
come undone when I go for the harmonica solo,
because it's only happened once, and what
actually happens is incredible.
It literally just goes, and so not only do
I, and it usually happens
So it goes like, wah, and then it hits the guitar,
And then I just have to play the instrumental part,
because being my own band at that moment,
it's like you lost a member,
and you just have to keep the song going.
But it's also just hanging there, so it
usually will just about hit the
And the musical note for that is fuck.
It's really, really high up above the scale.
And usually in boldface letters and written in