State Line

Just you and me and a Marxist gun
Heaven knows you've got a lot to learn
Fall in love or take your time
Don't you know
You've gotta take your turn
Son, your ambition's way too high
Once you're gone misquoted apathy
Your pacifier broken heart's
So much better than your reverie (you'll ever be)

Well on every state line
I'm workin' on love
I'm workin' on you
Well on every state line
I'm workin' on love
I'm workin' on you

Forget the love
Forget the fun
Can depend on every word I say
Don't take no shit from anyone
Can't accept you right away
Well, don't offend my heart with love
As imitation lovers do
Just motivate your callous heart
Don't you know this time the joke's on you

On every state line
I'm workin' on love
I'm workin' on you
On every state line
I'm workin' on love
I'm workin' on you

Persecution on your hands
Observations of a refugee, oh yeah
Oh making love with one so dear
Emulation of a strategy
Your proposition's way too high
Your criminal connections start, oh yeah
The pressure of your body down
Consummation of a naked heart, yeah

Well on every state line
I'm workin' on love
I'm workin' on you
Well on every state line
I'm workin' on love
I'm workin' on you

Pushin' on, baby
Well on every state line
I'm workin' on love, my love

Life in Tokyo

There's always something left inside him
I've really nothing much to lose
It seems so sentimental
Why should I care?

Somewhere there's a sound of distant living
?Locked up in high society
It seems so artificial
Why should I care?

Oh ho ho
Life can be cruel
Life in Tokyo
Oh ho ho
Life can be cruel
Life in Tokyo

Another vehicle heads for sunset
No other providence will do
They're only buildings and houses
Why should I care

Oh ho ho
Life can be cruel
Life in Tokyo
Oh ho ho
Life can be cruel
Life in Tokyo

European Son

Scurrying across the broadwalk
Some places I tend to forget
?Echoings deep in my throat
It's so cold in this luncheonette, well

Somebody wants to know you
An ordinary boy
Somebody wants to know you
A standard polaroid, well

Here I am
European son
Sometimes the passenger
European son
Here I am

Suffragettes in Washington
Disposable serviettes
Searching for the quiet life
There's no love in this luncheonette, well

I Second that Emotion

Maybe you want to give me kisses sweet
But only for one night with no repeat
Maybe you'll go away and never call
And a taste of honey is worse than none at all
Oh little girl

In that case I don't want no part
I do believe that would only break my heart
So if you feel like loving me
If you've got that notion
I second that emotion
So if you feel like giving me
A life-time of devotion
I second that emotion

Maybe you think that love will tie you down
And you don't seem to like to hang around
Or maybe you think thot love was made for fools
So it makes you wise to break the rules

I second that emotion
I second that emotion
I second that emotion
(Oh little girl)

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