Rooftop Gambler

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Pavement - Rock, Indie Pop

Rooftop Gambler

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Bad Brains drop They rip you like a Sunday paper Glass clear Hold me like a suicide ranger in his lair A suicide ranger-uh-uh-ah Down on Saint Kit's and I was lost in a haze of Tax shelters and Mardi Gras and polluted bays, but My Cadillac mind recalls a time that you walked around an island forty times Tell you whispers from the natives in their two paying cars Angel got to see where you hide She might know when you die And there's no place to get up From the rooftop gambler A weekends Costa Rica with ocho chicas And the bars are never closes when you got the frozen noses Of Jeff and it is the soundtrack I've got to get a heart attack Working hard, hours and the feelings down on your kneeling Whisper to the truths and when they come their going to hide you around There going to show me to hide Like a rooftop gambler

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