On Blonde Street

(альбом: Blue Guitars - 1996)

Well the sun pokes through blonde street
And shines on the cracks
On the walls and the heartaches
And they never shine back

Patsy clutches her rosary
And from her window she sees
Lots of social interaction
From the people down on blonde street

Through the peephole she sees the landlord
Who's come for more than her rent
He says, "I'm kicking you out pronto
Unless your body gives me consent"

But patsy won't give into just any guy
Crushed like a grape
From where she must hide... you see
Life is not her cup of tea... yeah
But she says

"I wanna live on blonde street
I wanna live on blonde street"

There's a baby in the next room
Watching some guy die on TV
There are lovers in the basement
Having some kind of touching spree

Down the hall there's young Jimbo
Who's got his heart in hell
'Cause the girlfriend he got pregnant
Is going on sally Jesse Raphael

Patsy laughs at her girlfriends
They're trying to marry someone rich
They all hang around the sofa and say
"Hey, ain't love a bitch?"

And mars is a planet
Where she'll find her man
She'll sail through the black hole
Till it's his arms she's in

With eyes like walnuts and cinnamon skin
She won't be living the life of a nun
And that's what she gets

Well the sun pokes through blonde street
And shines on the cracks
On the walls and the heartaches
And they never shine back

Her memories don't mean nothing
So she throws them away
Like that night in his bedroom
When he looked just like
A young Hemingway
And she was the, "catch of the day"

Now she's walking down blonde street
Where there's so many places to hide
She's got a river of denial
Of what's locked up inside

But she just wants to fly
And she says

"I wanna live on blonde street
I wanna live on blonde street"