Pretty Lights - Union Maid 30, May 21st 2003

(spoken) This song's about . . . Eric's dog.

The game's been jaded
This town's receded
The people-faced phantom is fading
And Romeo is bleeding

She brushes a comb through her hair
And he kicks back a nightcap
Romeo leans in and in a prothetic voice
Says "Hey, can I get a hit off that..?" and...

As these changes pass as a minstrel
He's walking down below the window
In the streetlight he poses as a carrier
For the daily news

He sings, "Extra, extra, read all about it!"
There's a harshness, it resounds
All it gets is a quarter in his case
And maybe a ride downtown

Delapidated Dillingers are no problem
Cruising down the street
For both of them it is that brief excursion
From that dreaded trotted week

Oh, those pretty lights
Shining down like heaven's eyes
Oh, those pretty lights
Yet another uneventful night

The game's been jaded
This town's receded
The people-faced phantom is fading
And Romeo is bleeding

She brushes a comb through her hair
And he kicks back a nightcap
Romeo leans in and in a prothetic voice
Says "Hey, can I get a hit off that..?" and...

As these changes pass as a minstrel
He's walking down below the window
In the streetlight he poses as a carrier
For the daily news

He sings, "Extra, extra, read all about it!"
There's a harshness, it resounds
All it gets is a quarter in his case
And maybe a ride downtown

Dilapidated Dillingers are no problem
Cruising down the street
For both of them it is that brief excursion
From that dreaded trotted week

Oh, those pretty lights
Shining down like heaven's eyes
Oh, those pretty lights
Yet another uneventful night
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Oh-oh
Oh . . .
These lyrics/titles are unofficial and have been         transcribed by fans. Stuff in []'s are uncertain         lines.
If you have a clue to what they might be, please     
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Well, Romeo leans in, says "Hey, man,
You better make like you were never born..."
Because the manager knows you're tired
She sees your shoes, they are worn

Well, just as I got up
The band started playing
The bugle boy, he blew his horn

We sang Happy New Year
One after 1999
As the people watched us, [fearing us ending]
They were singing Auld Lang Syne

Oh, those pretty lights
Shining down like heaven's eyes
Oh, those pretty lights
Yet another uneventful night

Oh, those pretty lights
Shining down like heaven's eyes
Oh, those pretty lights
Yet another uneventful night

Oh, those pretty lights
Shining down like heaven's eyes
Oh, those pretty lights
Yet another uneventful night

Oh, those pretty lights
Shining down like heaven's eyes
Oh, those pretty lights
Yet another unevent -
Yet another unevent -
Yet another unevent -
Yet another uneventful night
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