Hippodrome

Remember that night at the Hippodrome? Never knew that look when you look at me Nervous as hell, so I didn't win a lot You're the salt, I'm the lemon on top Get the feelin' that you're livin' with a patsy Flirtin' with the bouncers a lot Didn't expect them to frisk me They never find baggage when they're sweating in your sock Heart quickens south of the river Mouth full of vinnie, sippin' cans full of liquor Streetlight flickers; feel it in my blood Any which way I turn out, the lights burn dimmer And a black Bimmer tinted up to fuck Drives past the window with a stolen stash in her You know I'm all love, hatred, and stuff Part singer, dead man ringer Still love old shows, I love John Cleese New number, doin' shots I hardly ever turn up to see my mates A cucumber, I'm cool as ice And ladies love LL; they don't love me No care where you're gonna find me I'm still in a home on the NRA Heart quickens south of the river Mouth full of vinnie, sippin' cans full of liquor Streetlight flickers; feel it in my blood Any which way I turn out, the lights burn dimmer And a black Bimmer tinted up to fuck Drives past the window with a stolen stash in her You know I'm all love, hatred, and stuff Heartbreakin' times are full of promises And I just don't wanna go (hey) Have an iron stomach, I know Must be somethin' I need Should I get lost, or should I fade away? Heart quickens south of the river Mouth full of Vinnie, sippin' cans full of liquor Streetlight flickers; feel it in my blood Any which way I turn out, the lights burn dimmer And a black Bimmer tinted up to fuck Drives past the window with a stolen stash in her You know I'm all love, hatred, and stuff Remember that night at the Hippodrome? Never knew that look when you look at me Nervous as hell, so I didn't win a lot You're the salt, I'm the lemon on top Get the feelin' that you're livin' with a patsy Flirtin' with the bouncers a lot Didn't expect them to frisk me They never find baggage when they're sweating in your sock