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Love don't live at home, oh no, it slithers in the wild
I met her at the Biltmore, she was cold and over-styled
Took all my money and took all my pride
She may not be a pharaoh, but she guzzled down the Nile.
I can tell we'll never be safe
'Til the walls fall down.
Every morning chipping away
'Til the walls fall down.
Won't you cry on my shoulder, won't you laugh at my jokes?
It's okay to relax in this forest of folks
Cause nobody's aiming a stick at your spokes
So won't you cry on my shoulder, won't you laugh at my jokes?
I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake
And now you're back in town
To show your New York crown
But now you're much too proud,
You're too cool.
On the road I dream of home and when at home I dream of action.
Our apartments are all haunted by the ghost of satisfaction.
Cause we all want something that's bigger than fashion.
So spill out your heart brother, show me your passion
Spill out your heart sister, show me your passion.
I met her at the Biltmore, she was cold and over-styled
Took all my money and took all my pride
She may not be a pharaoh, but she guzzled down the Nile.
I can tell we'll never be safe
'Til the walls fall down.
Every morning chipping away
'Til the walls fall down.
Won't you cry on my shoulder, won't you laugh at my jokes?
It's okay to relax in this forest of folks
Cause nobody's aiming a stick at your spokes
So won't you cry on my shoulder, won't you laugh at my jokes?
I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake
And now you're back in town
To show your New York crown
But now you're much too proud,
You're too cool.
On the road I dream of home and when at home I dream of action.
Our apartments are all haunted by the ghost of satisfaction.
Cause we all want something that's bigger than fashion.
So spill out your heart brother, show me your passion
Spill out your heart sister, show me your passion.
Lyrics submitted by wrat
Track duration: 05:29
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there's a stylish gal and she's stolen the heart of one of our dear Zolas, but she refuses to open up to or give into him in any way. He looks at her as some kind of powerful being, either an animal or pharaoh that he just can not tame. She is so cold that she wont even laugh at his jokes. She shows so much resentment towards our lovestruck Zola but he still finds himself lying awake at night when he knows that she's back in town. In the end he wishes that people just would show a little passion once in a while.
I think.... that i got that right wouldn't you say?
Met her at the Biltmore, she was cold and over-styled
-Had to be better, sacrificed comfort and functionality for high-priced out there fashion at a concert where functionality is rather important.
She may not be a pharaoh, but she guzzled down the Nile
-she obviously is not a pharaoh, but she definitely takes like one
Won't you cry on my shoulder, won't you laugh at my jokes?
It's okay to relax in this forest of folks
Cause nobody's aiming a stick at your spokes
So won't you cry on my shoulder, won't you laugh at my jokes?
-Won't you do like the normal people do? Nobody is going to push you aside, just chill.