| Lyrics: | Head down
Head down
Head, head, head down.
Fool of the Commonwealth drove down
there,
Down turnpike;
Desperate for food desperate for respite.
The steak place.
The steak place
Cheap carpet lines the way
Aluminium tack door handles
Candelabra lions head
Via butchers display too.
The steak place (x2)
Via a carcass row
Things are brought forward and eaten,
I see the corners filled
with hitmen,
To young lawyers they are whispering, in
The steak place (x2)
I wanna stay here,
I don't wanna go anywhere,
I could remain here,
Head down
Head down
Head down
Head, head, head down
The steak
place (x2)
I'd stop the automation,
I'd sit behind dusty lace,
I have a
word with hitmen,
I give off a beatific face.
The steak place (x2)
From New
York City run screaming,
Into New England states,
Combined a man not should have to do
this,
A man should not use his fist in
The steak place.
The steak place.
I wanna stay here,
I don't wanna go anywhere,
I shall remain here.
(Bad song) |
