Born Unto (But Don't Belong To Me) Songtext / Lyric

Here we are in the middle of our own universe.
A private central park. Sitting on chanukah hill with Tyrone and Agnus.
Sleeping with slinky on the steps of the capital.
East evangelistic carpet bagger. The suns at 10 plus 3.
Blinded by ghosts in bikini's searching for the illusive tan line. Born Unto But Don't Belong to Me. Love handled sports fans cheering cellulite triumph.
exercising victory, RTD, Give me a transfer.
Kings and safety guards on strike.
It's not your business but I'll hook you up.
Bakery chef, bread winner. We have the goods.
Boys in the hood. Little Tijuana, Larimer square,
Colfax whores, prices fair. Drink Muddy's decaf. Twist of lemon.

Born Unto But Don't Belong to Me.

Run around where colors abound without a sound.
Lost in five points, points a 9mm.
Martin Luther rests under a shade tree.
Free me for less that what it costs you to smile.

Born Unto But Don't Belong to Me.

Cultural tours, spanish lessons. Texans migrate, Californians take over.
Move me out. I'm not sore. Capacity discharge.
Hold a grudge, hold down the fort, my boats been blown off course.