Poor Places Songtext / Lyric

It's my father's voice trailing off

Sailors sailing off in the morning

For the air-conditioned rooms

At the top of the stairs



His jaw's been broken

his bandages wrapped too tight

his fangs have been pulled

and I really want to see you tonight



There's bourbon on the breath

Of the singer you love so much

He takes all of his words from the books

that you don't read anyway



His jaw's been broken

his bandages wrapped too tight

his fangs have been pulled

and I really want to see you tonight






Someone ties a bow

In my backyard to show me love

My voice is climbing walls

Smoking and I want love



My jaw's been broken

My heart is wrapped in ice

My fangs have been pulled

And I really want to see you tonight



It makes no difference to me

How they cried all overseas

When it's hot in the poor places tonight

I'm not going outside



They cried all overseas

And it makes no difference to me

When it's hot in the poor places tonight

I'm not going outside

I'm not going outside

I'm not going outside...



(Yankee Hotel Foxtrot

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot

Yankee Hotel Foxtrot...)