Heartattack and Vine

Liar, liar with your pants on fire

White spades hanging on the telephone wire

Gamblers reevaluate along the dotted line

You’ll never    recognize yourself on Heartattack and Vine

Doctor, lawyer, beggar man, thief

Philly Joe Remarkable looks on in disblief

If you want a taste of madness you’ll have to wait in line

You’ll proba   bly see someone you know on Heartattack and Vine

Boney’s high on china white

That’s just God when he’s drunk

Well, this stuff’ll probably kill you lets do another line

What you say    you meet me down at Heartattack and Vine

See that little jersey girl in the see-through top,

With the pedal pushers, suckin’ on a soda pop

Well I’ll bet that she’s still a virgin

But it’s only twenty-five to nine

You can see    a million of ’em on Heartattack and Vine

Better off in Iowa against your scrambled eggs

Then crawlin’ down Cahuenga on a broken pair of legs

You’re waiti   ng for the RTD on Heartattack and Vine

Boney’s high on china white

That’s just God when he’s drunk

Well, this stuff’ll probably kill you lets do another line

What you say    you meet me down at Heartattack and Vine