Pavement Album

Blind date with a chancer, we had oysters and dry lancers
And the check, when it arrived, we went dutch, dutch, dutch
Dutch a redder shade of neck on a whiter shade of trash,
And this emory board is giving me a rash.
I'm flat out.
You're so beautiful to look at when you cry.
Freeze, don't move.
You've been chosen as an extra in the movie adaptation of the sequel to your life.
A Shady Lane, everybody wants one.
A Shady Lane, everybody needs one.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh your God, oh his God, oh her God
It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God, it's everybody's God,
it's everybody's God
The world's collide
But all that we want is a Shady Lane.
Glance, don't stare.
Soon you're being told to recognize your heirs.
No, not me.
I'm an island of such great complexity
Distress surrounds
In the muddy, peaceful center of this town
Tell me off
In the hotel lobby right in front of all the bellboys and the over-friendly concierge.
A Shady Lane, everybody wants one.
A Shady Lane, everybody needs one.
Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God
Oh my God, oh your God, oh his God, oh her God
It's everybody's God, it's everybody's God, it's everybody's God,
it's everybody's God
The world's collide
But all that I want is a Shady Lane.

Mary, you smell different
Get up early in the bed
For you morning comes so easy

Spells have been cast and the urge has been lost
Snipers posted bills as they should
Of our midnight vacation

This is our vacation, and it's my chance to make it up to you
Stare at sequin seconds as they stick to the wall

People of the bay - it is excruciatingly grey
Face the front when it comes for you
Type slowly

Wish upon my ankles
Wish upon my blue incandescent shiny brawling guillotine

The edge of creation is blurred and blushed
Not a lot of room to grow
Inside this leather terrarium

Sci-fi darling, sci-fi darling don't go

Back on the planet now
And I'm beginning to wonder how
Echelon your dreams and they'll come true
Type slowly
Echelon your dreams and they'll come true
Type slowly

Hey
You needed 'A' for effort
But I give you a 'Z' for delivery, my friend

You are too late and I need to escape
to my private apartment
and my gross, gross television set

It's new and it's current it's got
new and it's current is hot
special special director's cut
just for you, my friend my friend

Blasted concept and my cherry area
is just a little scary to be around right now
so keep away, my friend

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!
Watch that hand, my friend
you're in a sacred environment
you're in a sacred environment, ya know

I need to go, I need to go, I need to

[No lyrics]

Deviances anticipated
Triple-X or at least R-rated
San Tropez, the middle of May
There's no tan lines tonight
No tan lines tonight,

But trench it, rev it
It's time to share spit
in the sauna, we'll become close
with ya, oh yeah!

Princess with a cold killer instinct
Winked at me from across the ice rink
Pleather uppers soft for the spins
But she gives it away without a rest

Language buried her in the motherland
Language barrier in the Pathan grain
Yeah, oh yeah!

You will be my candy striper
Junior Leaguer, bedpan wiper
Convalescent enema essence
I live to be gray, I live to be gray!