Luyện nghe bài hát A Most Disgusting Song

I've played every kind of gig is to play now
played faggot bars, hooker bars, motor cycle funerals
In houses, concert halls, halfway houses.

I found that in all these places that I've played
all the people I've for are the same people
So if you'll listen, you'll see someone you know in this song.

A most song.

The diddy bop pimp comes in
Acting limp he down with a grin
to a girl that has never been chased
The bartender wipes a smile off his
The delegates the floor,
curtsy and through the doors,
and the evening begins.

And there's Jimmy "Bad Luck"
who's just crazy them East Lafayette weekend sluts
Talking is the lawyer in up shirt
And everyone's the detergents
that cannot remove their

the Mafia provides your drugs,
your government will the shrugs,
and your national will supply the slugs,
so sit all satisfied.

And there's old playboy
who's always been shorter himself,
and there's a man his chin in his hand,
who knows more than he'll understand.

Yeah, every night it's the same old
Getting high, drunk, getting horny
At the "Inn-Between", again.

And there's the bearded schoolboy the wooden eyes.
Who at every scented skirt up and sighs
and there's the teacher that will kiss you in
Who could never give love, only fearfully clench

Yeah, people every it's the same old thing
Getting pacified, ossified, affectionate at Mr. Flood's party,

And there's the militant his store-bought soul
There's someone here who's almost a I've been told
And Linda glass-made who speaks of the past
who genuflects, salutes, signs the cross and at half masts

Yeah, all here, the Tiny Tims and the Uncle Toms,
red heads brunettes, brownettes and the haired blondes,
Who talk to dogs, chase broads and hopes of being mobbed,
who mislay their dreams and lay their that they were robbed

And every night it's going to be the same old
Getting high, drunk, getting horny
Lost, even, at Vineyard, again