bordello

The Church

MM
Good evening

Well this house looks like a bordello
And your mind it looks like a garage
And your garter looks like nothing
And you blew it, blew it large, yeah

Don t give me no trouble
Don t give me no strife
I m tired of these shadows keep following me
All my kin life

And your mind looks like a bordello
And your treehouse looks like a suite
I m looking up to the silver stars
And I m looking down at your feet

Don t tell me no lies, baby
I know just where you ve been
Walking around St. Petersburg singing a hymn
Walking around St. Petersburg singing a hymn, like this

Please God help me out of this mess
Please God help me out of this mess
Fifteen long days and I need to confess

Mind looks like a bordello
This bordello looks like a shop
I m skipping all over the silver streets
And when I run I stop
Do you hear me now?
Ahh, yeah

One for the crooked grocer
Two for his stupid wife
Three for the dark that bit me
Five, yeah

Ah, don t give me no trouble
Don t give me no lip
I m gonna get a replacement
Because I m so hip

Now listen
Your mind looks like a bordello
MM, yeah
Now you remember that time
We were walking down Cleveland Street, yeah
Huh!
MM, I saw the way you re looking at the men passing by
Cause your mind is a bordello, baby
And I m a nasty fellow, baby
And I was all turning yellow, baby
I said Hello baby!

Ahh, don t give me no trouble
Please don t give me no lip
I know you ve got a martini
I just want a little sip

Before I jump off of this ship? [3: 19]
Your mind looks like a bordello
Your head looks like a tree
I look like you, baby
But you don t look like me, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

Ahh, sweet angel
Can t you numb anymore
Home time, hey hey
I m sliding under your door
With the midnight ghosts
With my claws of steel