"Viceburgh" lyrics - LIFTER PULLER

Tiger can't talk, he's got shoes to shine
Said it's pretty dry
We could try the guy up on 1st and 59th
If he's still alive
The call girl stalls and let's her voicemail take it
She says, "hey, I ain't here
Besides, I quit that business"
The door was locked so we knocked on the next one
And here's this guy, he's got a bulletproof vest on
Said, "you guys look desperate
Give you an address"
Said, "you guys look gorgeous
Dig all that Blistex" - and
Headbanger let down your hair
Pull me up into your black-light lair
Take me back around your secret stairs
Sell me shares in your vacant stare
Missed the train and we walked around the fence
Found some beds and went down on them again

Queen went clean, yeah, she ran out of screen
She said, it's too much hassle
It's too much hustling
I'll miss the people but I won't miss the feeling
Of 6 am burning like split lips and bourbon - hey, Angel
Remember that cat had the hat that said "Sharks"
His jacket said "Jets"
And he signals two guys, windows of highrises
Went down in Dogtown
Drive through turned into a drive by
Left us so dry and decreasingly high
Increasingly shaky, hey jerky
These trashers seem a little tweaky
Yeah, these hesher guys are tryna give me hi-fis
But they don't stick the sugar packets inside
Ripped and dripping down all over the barfly
She's taking off her tavern jacket last night
I swear I saw your face up there in the footlights
She was mouthing the words to the national anthem
She was lifting her skirt just like a three-dollar dancer
We were hanging around, just kicking "Walk Like a Panther"
Praying that your princess would pick up her pager
Sad ravers, and freight elevators
Fucking the skyscrapers, living on Lifesavers, baby

Sad ravers and freight elevators
Sucking on skyscrapers, living on Lifesavers, baby