ist - Freudian Corduroy - Released 2003
Let's to Bed
This is a room from a seedier age
Four peeling walls held intact by disgrace
Burning the poetry off of the page
With gasoline, whisky, sambouka and mace
It's only a place that I keep in my head
Let's to bed, let's to bed, let's to bed
There's always much more left undone than unsaid
Let's to bed, let's to bed, let's to bed
This is the cliché I've tried to avoid
The dissolute man with his dark fatal choice
Teetering here on the edge of the void
As one bitter note starts dividing my voice
It's only a place that I keep in my head
Let's to bed, let's to bed, let's to bed
There's always much more left undone than unsaid
Let's to bed, let's to bed, let's to bed
I'd put it less bluntly but, frankly, I haven't the time
Now that I've lost all my reason
Thank God I still rhyme
So this is the moment you'll never forget
Hinged upon sin or pinned down by regret
Lay down your body now, lay down your bets
Is there a line?
And have we crossed it yet?
It's only a place that I keep in my head
Let's to bed, let's to bed, let's to bed
There's always much more left undone than unsaid
Let's to bed, let's to bed, let's to bed
Let's to bed, let's to bed, let's to bed
Let's to bed, let's to bed, let's to…
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