Thirteen on High

I’ve seen my shadow make the grass not grow
in a strange approximation of my sorrow
So I know I’m framed in pain to see
But here the maid does come before I show
and after I go
And she has not seen me
No she has not seen me
cause I am a obliterated
get close and be frustrated
oh I am a obliterated
by the end of the night
wo-oah the end of the night (x 3)
the bay awakes to the whispers of dawn
take the cigarette slow and watch them go
by the rise of the sun they’ll all be gone
and they have not seen me
no they have not seen me
cause I am a obliterated
get close and be frustrated
oh I am a obliterated
by the end of the night
wo-oah the end of the night (x 3)