Goin to a Hangin
Desert Sessions vol. 5

My sweetheart is a yogi
The painterís still asleep
Iím stuck here in my scoggie
The smell is in trouble deep

The perfectís head is played
The garbage is pilin up
The schoolyard kids have played
Iím on my second coat?

Nickís goin with me

The neighborís bangin
Donít make me above
Nickís goin to a hangin
Oh, honey please, wonít you come

Dancin sweetheart smokin
Mercury is high
Iím scared to death but fallin
Now Jupiter is on fire

I wish I had a dollar
For every dream Iíve had
The cat took off her collar
Now me, weíre comin down

Nickís goin to me
Guitars are playin
You can hear them strum
Weíre goin to a hangin
Oh, honey please, wonít you come

Itís come, the time of passion
Itís called a circus tribe
The media tease the masses
While weíre in the naked smile

I sure can face the ocean
The desert burns the toast
I wish I had some lotion
I feel like a piece of toast

Nickís goin to leave
Bells are ringin
Goin to death and above
Weíre goin to a hangin

Oh, honey please, wonít you come
Oh, honey please, wonít you come

Goin to a hangin


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