Drugstore Cowboy

High-end pressure motel showers make my backbones ache Out the windows barred with silver neon hums in my brain Ladies dancing drunkards prancing in the tumbleweeds Tourists fly be dead vamp high times swallowing jellybeans Drugstore Cowboy coming to get you coming to take your Thirty-Three He's in the saloon trying to find you but your room isn't for vacancy Romantic gestures candlelights do not mean a thing Rooms with static up town addicts and fille de jolie Drugstore Cowboy coming to get you coming to take your Thirty-Three He's in the saloon trying to find you but your room isn't for vacancy Men in pinstripe suits smoke cigarettes and drink alcohol B-Side Prostitutes stand waiting for one last call Gave and electric kiss to Sally; felt nothing at all The man without a heart making his final front desk call Drugstore Cowboy coming to get you coming to take your Thirty-Three He's in the saloon trying to find you but your room isn't for vacancy Hotel Cortez doesn't except people with your crystal teeth We take the sinners nighttime withers then we make them clean