歌词
But there are many kinds of gangsters
Each with their own characteristics
And each with their own appetites
Remember that word, appetite
That is a key word
One two three, two two three
Crazy baby, where’d you go?
Tripped at the gate, now you’re up and running
Left too soon
Like all lovers do
You turned off your phone
And you won’t check your messages
Mailbox is full of folks who want a piece of you
And I want mine too
I couldn’t fix you
If I wanted to
A date to keep
A place to be
And there’s no room
For company, and I’m sorry
Maybe next week?
Dragging that weight around
Jaws are flapping all over town
Was it heaven sent?
Or an accident?
They couldn’t fix you
Though they wanted to
You could turn off the projector
And I’ll put my screen away
But if you don’t want to, I won’t ask you
You don’t want to, I won’t ask you
Crazy baby, where’d you go?
Tripped at the gate, now you’re up and running
Left too soon
Why’d you leave so soon
Forty-eight hours later
I went back to Johnny’s room
Put him in a wheelchair
And pushed him down to our physics laboratory
Where we keep a very sensitive geiger counter
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