Santo Domingo

Come and meet me when the lights are low
You look half dead, though I told you so
Play your rap song on the piano
Die happy in Santo Domingo

Come and meet me when the lights are low
You look half dead, though I told you so
Play your rap song on the piano
Die happy in Santo Domingo

Bring your best brains and your dead girl shoes
Cigarette chains, dressed in greens and blues
Leave your sick boy and his skinny friends
Suck the life from all those burlesque bends
Bring peaches and a kaleidophone
We'll call and see if the stars are home
Play chopsticks on my guitar
Drive backwards in your one-wheeled car

Come and meet me when the lights are low
You look half dead, though I told you so
Play your rap song on the piano
Die happy in Santo Domingo

Come and meet me when the lights are low
You look half dead, though I told you so
Play your rap song on the piano
Die happy in Santo Domingo

Bring your headcase and his jealous eyes
Seven ragdolls, in shirts and ties
Bring your sisters on day release
Ten green bottles and the eyelid police

Play me some banjo make me some noise
Take me for granted, till my children got no choice
Pour me a little gravy, protect my muse
Torture me outta my dumb little mind
And leave me all confused
Make my head swim

Come and meet me when the lights are low
You look half dead, though I told you so
Play your rap song on the piano
Die happy in Santo Domingo

Come and meet me when the lights are low
You look half dead, though I told you so
Play your rap song on the piano
Die happy in Santo Domingo