exile - vampire deer

song 6 of after the opera war - here, i go after a fuller, looser, more trippy sound

i got a lot of friends who hang out on the street
you look them over and shake the dust from your feet
i'd probably have to shoot you to make you think about me
i'm an exile but i'm still alive and free

every evening i wake up and face another day
i hide in my hotel room and drink the hours away
i don't have a tv i never see your face
i'm an exile and i can't run in your race

i wish i could stand in your shoes and you were standing here
you'd have a heart attack from the things i fear
if you were in my life you'd do much worse than me
i'm an exile and you can't see what i can see

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posted by pyramid termite (1 comment total)

It's like if Tom Waits, David Bowie, Bob Dylan and a robot had a deranged lovechild.
posted by edlundart at 9:24 PM on March 12, 2013