Fatima Mansions - Valley Of The Dead Cars Lyrics
A box full of groceriesRotten clothes, shes torn her kneesIn the main street chillShe sleeps at night in broke-down carsSquirts the dreams into her armsShe says, junkie-man, have your fill.Well, she had friends that went abroad and do not writeShe says the hardest ones are those who stay behindChorus:In the valley of the dead carsThey would end it all if they could startThey sent out their kids to wander the worldNow they can rest at lastYoure out scootin by the graveyardAnd youre looking for a brave heartCouldve been your lover but you said you never gaveYou have to be home earlyOr youll get smacked round the head till bedtimeNow you hike the roads on your half-shod feetYou hump the devil, you hump the policeCriss-cross harlem playing hide-and-seek with deathAnd now she lurches off as haughty as a queenTo take the waters in old skibbereen--chorusSo I took her back with me to my own true placeWhich was a mildewed and disintegrating cottageOverlooking a disused waterfallAnd we lay there in silence, fruitless silenceUntil just before dawn when she rolled over onto meThey come withal in their japanese carsThey know where the good meal bargains areAnd they spy by the side of the roadIn the twilight, rain and stormShe juts her thumb in futile hasteContempt to her is sweet to tasteThe nuns told her, do not waste sensation.When the towns are all just smoking empty shellsShe will still be here doing what she does wellIn the valley of the dead carsAt the mouth of a flooded mineI will embrace you hardAnd well wait for the sun to shineIn the valley of the dead carsThe valley of the dead cars
