Letra de Tall Tale No. 5
Oh, I was born on a Sunday with blood on my hands In a room full of photographs and old electric fans And I slept in a graveyard for bicycles and cars And I dreamed of distant scenery, but never strayed too far'Cause I'd do what they'd asked me I'd never run my mouth And by the time they turn against me I'll have you figured outI learned to lie By watching you turn to your enemies And the apple you've got in your eye Has become a stain you don't wantSo, I left for the city As soon as I could walk But the buildings loomed like sentinels It wasn't what I thoughtSo, I slept in your bathtub While you put our makeup on And I daydreamed about your lungs 'Til your cigarettes were goneNow, I wrote 'cause I have to I'm never welcome home And though this road is to disaster I've always got my songsAnd I learned to laugh (ha-ha-ha-ha) By watching you burn all your photographs And you're right that the good stuff won't last But these wars are never won by a-twiddlin' thumbsWell, I did what they asked me I never ran my mouth And by the time they turned against me I had them figured outAnd now I roam 'cause I have to I'm never welcome home And though this road is to disaster I've always got my songsAnd I learned to die By watching you choke on your misery If the apple is torn from my eye Well, I won't be alone, 'cause I'm going home