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I hear your father, hes a rich manAnd that his father was a rich one, too.And that your real mother waited tablesWith cruel eyes and beautiful hands.And no one would ever doubt it,'cause no one looks richer than youAs your droppin' your brother at the front doorThat led into the backroom.I hear the girls in the backroomWill just about finish you off.Yeah, they'll tempt you and distract youSay things like, "Baby, turn your head and cough."And the promise of a happy endingIs right in the palm of their hands.They all seem to get off sendingA message like, "Good luck leaving town,You couldn't get out if you wanted to anyhow."I hear your brother, he's a loaded pistol,Some kind of former ranger, he's got a disability checkFrom his VA stuck in the chamber. Still the roadside bombs are bursting,And forever he'll be thirsty,Said the Gulf was fuckin' murkyBut he had to drink it anyway.SongtexteI saw him blowin' the old marine bandWith a sharp royal Purple HeartPurple Heart rattling in his bedpan.You know, he kills a lot of timeIn the parking lots of the shopsThat are kinda over near the college barsLookin' at all the mothers dressed like daughtersDoin' the laundry of their daughters who are all dressed like stars.But no one really ever looks him in the eyesWhen they pass him by they all got their heads bowed down.I guess that they heard for a whileHe was stealin' ladies lingerie,wearin' that shit all over town.I hear the girls in the backroomThe questions were shakin' him down.They were still angry about the vacuumThat he had smashed when he came back to town.And the promises of happy endingsFor tonight I'm sure are throughAs the girls weredown on their hands and their knees in the glass,Pickin up springs and screws,Ohh, pickin' up springs and screws.Ahh but girl I love you madly,Sure does that money from your daddy,But I don't give a fuck for your family,But for you I would do life.But me and your brother, we've been coolSince before he left for jump school.But now that people know I'm with youThey treat me like some crazy fucker too.Good luck, leavin' town,They say you couldn't get out if you wanted to anyhow.I hear the girls in the backroom,Yeah, they're talkin' about me in code,They're all treating me wicked, love's like a time bomb,Getting ready to explode.And people always ask me questionsAbout your brother, and what he's seen,Where he's been and where I think he's goin' toI just sayI last saw him fleeing the scenebehind the wheel of a skin-graft limousine.I hear the girls in the backroom,They'll just about finish you offI hear the girls in the backroom,They're talking about me in code.I hear the girls in the backroom,They'll just about finish you offI hear the girls in the backroom...[laughs] Aus Songtexte Mania