Found On: Waiting For The Love Bus .. ¡Excellent! The Violent Years

The Butcher Says...

Letter: 30Aug93
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God given rights for white midwestern rock-boys.
Visibly lost in the ski room and dreaming of you.
( The Ski Room, world famous bar at the end of Hollywood, much used by the JBC )
You know I'd cross the world right now if you called me.
I don't know what to call it, but I guess you do.
And of course I have to.

Whaddya think I'm standing here for?

You could be there when I get where I'm going this evening.
Or you could be in heaven - you could be anyplace at all.
You could be the one to push me to heresy, you could have pale blue eyes.
You could be the one to make me fall in love.
And of course you were.
And of course I have to.

Whaddya think I'm standing here for?

She said:
"No one ever had an angel like you
No one ever had an angel like you
No one ever had an angel like you
No one ever had an angel like you"

Of course you do.

And you can't see the towers for the dinosaur remains
( it's SMOG, see? )
And nobody's safe on the roads when it rains
And I would let the handrail go
If I thought anything could catch my fall.

Whaddya think I'm standing here for?
Oh and I would let the handrail go
If I thought anything could catch my fall.
Whaddya think I'm standing here for?