Poor Places

It's my father's voice trailin' off, sailors sailin' off in the mornin'

For the air conditioned rooms at the top of the stairs

His jaw's been broken, his bandages wrapped too tight

His fangs have been pulled and I really wanna see you tonight

There's bourbon on the breath of the singer you love so much

He takes all his words from the books that you don't read anyway

His jaw's been broken, his bandages wrapped too tight

His fangs have been pulled and I really wanna see you tonight

Someone ties a bow in my backyard to show me love

My voice is climbin' walls, smoking, and I want love

My jaw's been broken, my heart is wrapped in ice

My fangs have been pulled and I really wanna see you tonight

And it makes no difference to me

How they cried all over overseas

When it's hot in the poor places tonight

I'm not goin' outside

They cried all over overseas

It makes no difference to me

When it's hot in the poor places tonight

I'm not goin' outside

It's hot in the poor places tonight

I'm not goin' outside

I'm not goin' outside

I'm not goin' outside