Big Rude Jake - The Diner lyrics

rate me

Don’t speak to me of love.

On your lips that word sounds like a poison.

A fixed up spike of poppy blossoms.

Intent to take you high

Then bring you crashing down so hard, you thought you died.

Don’t speak to me of love.

On your lips that word sounds like a sickness

In which the hopelessly afflicted

Stumble aimless through their lives

So that your kind can feast on hearts like mine.

Why must we speak of love?

Always speak of love?

I know a place where the grill smells like onions

And charcoal and liver and eggs.

And the coffees not good but the second cup’s free

And the waitresses call you by name.

And you can sit at the counter and no one asks questions

And you never have to explain

And nobody knows about little dark secrets

And you can start living again.

And no one speaks of love,

Pain and anger wounded pride or madness.

No one ever speaks of love.

They lounge in languid light and sip on bitter coffee dregs

And sadness.<br />

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Thanks to Sue