Augie March - Bottle Baby Lyrics
Your issue may walk among fine moral spires,But if they went up somebody else built them.Your store is a small one, your goods have no buyersYour parents are raising your children.O, I could have told you, the vices wont hold you warm in a coil where you laybut high up behind you, seized by the templeand bid you obey and obeyA heinous, heinous law of an endless, endless love,that governs your poor heartin its velvety chamberswhere fellows foul me engage in exchangeswhose ends are to put out your lightsWho know from the inside you won't put up a fightTo a heinous, heinous law of an endless, endless love,that governs your poor heartit's winter in my bedroom, I stir the broken spring,and I have in my head to go crawlingwhen the hounds come around, I go to the bottlelike every wet shadow before meNow are you angry at me, 'cause I'm no longer free?I don't sound it or say it or feel itBut out on the street, somebody told meit happens to everyone.so I don't blame you, it's my foot in my shoe,and I seem to have easily filled it.While the thing in my charge, whether tiny or largeI fear I may slowly have killed itObeying a heinous, heinous law
