The Auteurs

Two sisters sighed Said we might as well be lovers We're so close Just like blood brothers And the horse guard died I lost all power She said to me Did you come down in the shower Their mother cried Her religion was faultless Though obeyed She remain

Want a girl to hold my hand When the plane lands When the cracks appear in the plan And the rocks turn into sand Better call my new French girlfriend Make an call international All around the world Money fame liberate and free Alain, Rene, Vanessa an

Your star is descending Round here blindly Tell your dancing daughter That there's no room on the wing We can bitch but it ain't tinsel town Hey! Starchild Can't dance Left out on a useless limb This party will start To drag you down Slap your face a

Junk shop clothes Will get you nowhere They're out of season It's betrayal with no treason Junk shop clothes will get you... There is one reason why Your mother was a seamstress Chaim Soutine never spent A thrift shop dime In his life Lenny Bruce nev

Some of the clothes you stole From your lovers home Make you glow in the dark - Make you light up The room on your own Formative years were a drag But we passed the time somehow I´m in a cahoots with the Upper classes now Put it all in a trust fund S

Never saw your drivers eyes Or me on parking street We were planning your demise Your chauffeur's tired But you're still on heat Downtown, you're burning down I'm sick of parking cars... There are only - two people here Who are worthy Of your pool an

How could I be wrong . .. ... In my role As a groundbreaker As a pallbearer In my past life As a benefactor My lost years As an actor Are lighter The stars are brighter Are lighter Than they have been for years Those stars are tighter At one time I'v

There were mourners on the street of every shape and size The motorcade came down from Redondo Assasins on the corner tried to throw you a line You dirty-mouth comic Rodolfo Lenny Valentino reside The Pope renounced you as the real one Lazarus decide

When I first met you You were not house trained A backwoods trier The world's your oyster Your time is mine What's yours is mine all mine There's no honour Amongst thieves So we worked together A varied rich and famous crime You had your motives I ha

They were hanging on For grim life They were clutching at straws They were sure That the ship was at port As it sailed far from shore They were keen philosophers They were keen on hurt They were like A pair of dumb dogs Rolling in the dirt (That's) y

I took a show girl for my bride Thought my life would be right Took her bowling got her high Got myself a showgirl bride Took a job on the side In a health shop keeps me well Got my mantra for life Got my karma And a showgirl bride All my life All he

new brat in town new brat in town who´s been found counting aloud- when there´s a new brat in town your precious things your precious dear and a chat show host went and cut the throat of an off-shore engineer hey hey! yeah yeah! assumed a crucifix he

First child and a showbiz son Always hide where you come from Mother got out rehab And I was born I was starstruck When I was young It's never too soon To tread the boards I was in Vaudeville At age five My career took Its first nosedive I've been st

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