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Costello Elvis My Aim Is True Jump Up Everybody's talkin' like they can't sit down And lookin' like they can't stand up It must be the latest style And they've seen a lot of things that you never see Back on the mile up to the hanging tree Some people can't keep their fingers clean Just click' their heals to the deal of the scene Tryin' to keep coreen ????? Until the first edition of last night's obituaries Chorus: Jump up, hold on tight Can't trust a promise or a guarantee 'Cause the man 'round the curve Says that he's never heard of you or me No tombstone would ever suprise me When I'm locked inside a room About half the size of a matchbox Got holes in my socks They match the ones that I got in my feet I put my feet in the holes in the street And somebody paved me over I was a statue standing on the corner Tell me how else can a boy get to see those pretty pleats? Candidate talkin' on the radio From the cheaters' jamboree He must be their old latest fool 'Cause it's a two horse race and he changes bets Like it was just another brand of cigarettes Some people judge and then just guess the rest They can't understand, it don't mean that you're blessed They aught to catch the express, next-stop- Nowhere, that way you can't forget -chorus- |
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