Spirit of the west - Unplugged lyrics

rate me

The ceiling's too familiar

Laying slackjawed on my back

and words spill out like puzzles

as she tries to fill the gap

But my lover's not my mother

And the hands that wipe my ass

Are the hands that once caressed me

I don't want them to detest me

And I will not burden those I love

I will not be a spoon fed bird

Or beg for mercy from above

Oh, let my cord become unplugged

The man from Holland left the room

But he never left his bed

On his brithday after brandy

he chose angel choirs instead

The first one was for sleeping

The next one took his breath

His wife left his bedside to reflect

In a rocking chair, with a cigarette

And I will not burden those I love

I will not be a spoon fed bird

Or beg for mercy from above

Oh, let my cord become unplugged

I will not burden those I love

I will not be be a spoon fed bird

Or beg for mercy from above

Oh, let my cord

Oh, let my cord become unplugged<br />

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Thanks to razvan