J CHURCH LYRICS

"Palm Tree"

The Brownstone festers at 5th and San Pedro.
I am a suspicious ghost gliding down the street.
The kids are playing in a patch of green grass.
And I'm just here trying to cut a deal.

I bought a pair of socks and a butterfly knife.
But I don't feel cleaner or safer.
Her shirt's wide open and she looks right through me.
I'm absurd as any L.A. palm tree.

Where do you wanna go? I don't know.
This doesn't taste like any drink I've ever known.
Where do you wanna go? I don't know.
Let's take a trip, around the clock, and then go home.

Where do you wanna go for a bucket of beer?
It's as close as you'll get to Mexico.
Pop music, mariachi, and a heavy metal band:
It sublimely keeps you at arm's length.

A gleam of sweat on each and every brow...
I have to admit that you wear it well.
Everything that rises must surely fall.
I haven't got the nerve to criticize at all.

Where do you wanna go? I don't know.
This doesn't taste like any drink I've ever known.
Where do you wanna go? I don't know.
Let's take a trip, around the clock, and then go home.

At the bazaar I can't make up my mind.
She is unhappy no matter what I choose.
Under duress I buy a bag of candy.
My throat will not let me swallow.

I have a fear revealed recently.
It's misery that loves my company.
Do you think you can forget anything?
I am the saint of indecency.

Where do you wanna go? I don't know.
This doesn't taste like any drink I've ever known.
Where do you wanna go? I don't know.
Let's take a trip, around the clock, and then go home.

Where do you wanna go? [x4]

Thanks to pedro for these lyrics

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