Rheostatics
Dope Fiends And Boozehounds
The sixth sense of memoryRuns a river near a roadThat travels up the parkway,Getting frozen in the snowWhere what you see is what you see is what you see...And only some will knowWhere the ragged people go.Where the boozehounds, they bay,By the banks of the reservoir.Crows climb higherFrom their old familiar yard.The best thing in heavenIs supposed to be the sunThat shines between two mountainsAnd melts the Devil's gun,But what you see is what you see is what you see...And only some will knowWhere the ragged people go.Down here on Kipling,Where the streetlamps light the way, hey,There's talk of a reunionOf the ones who didn't stay.Letras de cancionesWhy didn't they stay hereAnd help me shovel the walk?(Why didn't they stay here?)Sick sense of melodyIs what I hear when I'm alone.And I love it more than misery,And I love it more than home,And I cry 'cause I'm not with it,Even though I've never been...Where the dope fiends laughAnd say it's too soon,They all go home and listen toThe Dark Side of the Moon.
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