Black Crowes - Nonfiction Lyrics
I dont know my telephone numberBut you kiss good and Id like toSee you tomorrowAnd I dont beg, I pay, I dont barterAnd if we had a child Id like a son,Not a daughtercause shed be just like youYou know that would not doIm no builder, Im no gardenerI sing some songs, have a friendWhos a photographerThere aint no other languageI know how to speakSome like their water shallowAnd I like mine deepTied to the bottomWith a noose around my feetChorus:The clouds conspireAbove my headI overheard themSay I wish he was deadToday the sunsetBurned my eyesAnd in the next room I hear someone cryI like to dress up like the juryTo eat like a king, to poke fun at clergyTo talk like dirtTo love yo like tarBut never fall in too fastWith my north starWhile you pull your hair outI buy the drinks at the barChorus