Conor Oberst - Barbary Coast (Later)

There’s a dancehall there
Where the sick folks go

Like the olden days
On the Barbara Coast
There’s a barefoot child plying in the rain
You can sell your wares
Even if they’re lot
In the great bizarre or the parking lot
Cause it takes a while to know who to blame
I might have a taste
Cause the first one is free
And the checkout girl’s got a thing for me
And they’re both as sweet as the days is long

I don’t wanna feel stuck, baby
I just wanna het drunk before noon

I don’t mind my head when there’s room to dream
Feel like Paul Gauguin painting breadfruit trees
In some far off place
Where I don’t belong
Tried to lose myself in the primitive
In __?__ like John __?__ did
But his eyes were blue
And mine are red and raw
Cause the modern world is a sight to see
It’s a stimulant
It’s pornography
It takes all my will not to turn it off

I don’t wanna you to feel sad, baby
I take everything back, swear I do

Cause once all the friends I had
Have used me up and left
I bet you hang around
I bet you’ll hang around awhile