Print

We were holy knightsLit up pretty good on the big streetsYou were the King of ClevelandPlaying blues in the back seatsFrom biker bars to limousinesYou had a manager as pretty as she was meanAnd I was in high schoolJust checking out your sceneIn the half-lifeYou had the fleshshe had the knifeYeah, you had the fleshShe had the knifeShe saidC-c-c-cause you areA superstarI will cut youShe saidC-c-c-cause you areA superstarI will cut you (and she cut you)The King of ClevelandFell with a thudA heart as big as the oceanLetras de cancionesJust sank in the mudOf suffering and alcoholYou smoked a joint every time she would callBurning it downUntil you did fallAnd just kept fallingIn the dirty eastEveryone feeding until you found outYou're the feastAnd everyone's bleeding the hallelujah sonThe Holy Spirit undressing you in front of everyoneHollow girls blooming over your shoulderUntil you are doneIn the half nightErasing your pastIn the half-lifeA crystal falling into glassWe were only half rightA house of love, a flashing lightWith the crazier rain, comes the crazier nightThe King of ClevelandWaking up in the half-lifeAnd maybe she had the flesh and you had the knifeStill she saidC-c-c-cause you areA superstarI will cut youShe saidC-c-c-cause you areA superstarI will cut you (and she cut you)C-c-c-cause you areA superstarWe were holy knightsLit up pretty good on the big streetsYou were the king of ClevelandPlaying blues in the back seats From Letras Mania