Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
Robyn Hitchcock
You're so degraded, you're so alone
Nothing can save you not even the phone
This is the capital of
Bad luck and dope
Breaking a piece of you is
Your only hope
Nobody loves you but Jesus and me
I've got my reasons...
You're so corrupted, you're so extreme
God and the angels are out of your dream
This is the century of
I don't believe
In anything but what's up my sleeve
So what's up your sleeve?
Nobody loves you but Jesus and me
I've got my reasons so does he
I want your money but he wants your soul
I said I loved you, and it was true
Nobody knows that better than you
I'm not political, I did what I could
I didn't mean no harm but
I mean no good
Nobody loves you but Jesus and me
I've got my reasons...
I want your mystery but he wants your soul