Angry Mulch

Voxtrot

Compositor: Ramesh Srivastava

Where have you been hiding?
I'm getting lonely filling out your chair
Oh, can't we stay in one place?
When you're alone, the Sun is just a glare

Did you lose the burning under the collars as your lover's friend?
Can you come right with me?
We'll start the misery all over again
All over again

Here's to the summer
It's a cold, cold June
Get yourself on the phone
And give me a call, I turn a leaf each time
I'm away from you

And this little sorrow is a bigger shame
And maybe I made my bed
Give me one more chance
I put my cold shoulder to the wheel for you

And this just keeps getting better to leave
Put your troubled mind out on my cigarette
We got marked with a runner's disease
And tell me I'm not dead, 'cause I don't feel it
Dead, 'cause I don't feel it

Yeah, I don't sleep too much
I got a really bad mouth

I was in bad temper, I fled the scene
She got a full-time job
Hold me like a mother, oh hold your tongue
To love is just to rob

Between your sons and lovers
You'll bleed yourself into an early grave
Lay your sleepy head and I'll wash your feet
And you can act your age
You can act your age

And I've got a memory like a loaded gun
The future belongs to us
Call me a sinner, we have too much fun
Let's go on this way

And keep off the glory, 'cause you're so damn young
And did they wreck your charm in school?
A middle-aged writer makes me feel so dumb
I'm a step away

And this just keeps getting better to leave
Put your troubled mind out on my cigarette
We got marked with a runner's disease
And tell me I'm not dead, 'cause I don't feel it
Dead, 'cause I don't feel it

Yeah, I don't sleep too much
I got a really bad mouth

Come on, kid, and dance a while
Leave your stomach in another place
Bend your back to stretch a smile
You've got glamour written on your face
Written on your face

And don't you let them tell you it's a dirty thing
Single stardom's such a drag
When you're in your place, you're just too good to be clean
Where's your head gone?

And this just keeps getting better to leave
Put your troubled mind out on my cigarette
We got marked with a runner's disease
And tell me I'm not dead, 'cause I don't feel it yet

This just keeps getting better to leave
Put your troubled mind out on my cigarette
We got marked with a runner's disease
And tell me I'm not dead, 'cause I don't feel it
Dead, 'cause I don't feel it

Yeah, I don't sleep too much
I got a really bad mouth