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Head on the wall
And my piss hardly makes the stall
And this time it's not an act
This time I swear it's fact
Now I ramble on
About that girl who's gone
And I tried teaching her guitar
Now she's standing at the bar
She tells me her favourite song
And I say: "Yeah, that's a good one"
She says it follows her around
No shit, it's by the Beatles
I'm so lost
And I live just around the corner
Well here's a thought
Yeah ??? ??? ???
Well I'm John Lennon
In six to seven
(x4)
??? in love again
And the good ??? wants to ???
Morgan's hearing none of it
She says we're doing it again
And the neighbourhood's up in arms
They're trying to shut down all the bars
When everyone's a private eye
They're hiding in the bushes every night
The cops square off in the street
The dogs go through the garbage
You wanna stay for the night tonight?
Well I know all about the tonic, honey
I'm so lost
And I live just around the corner
Well here's a thought
Yeah ??? ??? ???
Well I'm John Lennon
In six to seven
(x4)
Head on the wall
And my piss hardly makes the stall
And this time it's not an act.
I'm so lost
And I live just around the corner
Well here's a thought
Get ??? ??? ???
Well I'm John Lennon
In six to seven
(x4)
And my piss hardly makes the stall
And this time it's not an act
This time I swear it's fact
Now I ramble on
About that girl who's gone
And I tried teaching her guitar
Now she's standing at the bar
She tells me her favourite song
And I say: "Yeah, that's a good one"
She says it follows her around
No shit, it's by the Beatles
I'm so lost
And I live just around the corner
Well here's a thought
Yeah ??? ??? ???
Well I'm John Lennon
In six to seven
(x4)
??? in love again
And the good ??? wants to ???
Morgan's hearing none of it
She says we're doing it again
And the neighbourhood's up in arms
They're trying to shut down all the bars
When everyone's a private eye
They're hiding in the bushes every night
The cops square off in the street
The dogs go through the garbage
You wanna stay for the night tonight?
Well I know all about the tonic, honey
I'm so lost
And I live just around the corner
Well here's a thought
Yeah ??? ??? ???
Well I'm John Lennon
In six to seven
(x4)
Head on the wall
And my piss hardly makes the stall
And this time it's not an act.
I'm so lost
And I live just around the corner
Well here's a thought
Get ??? ??? ???
Well I'm John Lennon
In six to seven
(x4)
Lyrics submitted by daghastlybeast
Track duration: 04:04
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It seems like the song is about John Lennon from the Beatles, unless maybe they're making some type of analogy. Anyway, the song sounds like it's about John Lennon on drugs, and since his brain is all messed up from them, he can't use the bathroom properly or find his house even though it's right around the corner.
- from an interview on waytooloud.com
Corrections:
Head on the wall...
And my piss hardly makes the stall,
And this time it's not an act.
This time I swear it's fact.
Now I ramble on,
About that girl who's gone;
And I tried teaching her guitar,
Now she's standing at the bar.
She tells me her favourite song,
And I say, "Yeah, that's a good one..."
She says it follows her around.
No shit, it's by the Beatles.
I'm so lost,
And I live just around the corner.
Well, here's a thought,
Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword.
And I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
Adam's in love again.
And the good Rev wants to jam instead.
Morgan's hearing none of it.
She says we're doing it again.
The neighbourhood's up in arms.
They're trying to shut down all the bars
When everyone's a private eye -
They're hiding in the bushes every night.
The cats square off in the street,
The dogs go through the garbage.
You wanna stay for the night tonight?
Well I know all about platonic, honey.
I'm so lost,
And I live just around the corner.
Well, here's a thought,
Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword.
And I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
Head on the wall...
And my piss hardly makes the stall,
And this time it's not an act.
I'm so lost,
And I live just around the corner.
Well, here's a thought,
Get Frank McCourt to write the foreword.
And I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.
I'm John Lennon, in '67.