Bite marks baby, out of control
You sink 'em in and take a chunk of my soul
Bite marks baby, up and down my mind
You know you really chewed me up this time
You like it rough, down in the mud
Your idea of fun is drawin' blood
You tear the meat from the heart of a thing
Until there's nothing worth remembering
Don't need no teeth to eat my beef
I'm tenderhearted, ain't no Lee Van Cleef
You bit my tires and it blew my mind
Now I can't even roll down the line
You go right for the jugular vein
Bared incisors and your eyes are insane
I have to handle you with chain maille gloves
There is no name for your kind of love
John Hiatt - Mystic Pinball Album Lyrics
John Hiatt - Mystic Pinball Lyrics
We're Alright Now
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Writer: John Hiatt
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It All Comes Back Someday
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Wood Chipper
Well, I'm from the Midwest
I know enough to cut a path
Around a wood chipper
And be careful
Of any conversation
A man starts by callin' you skipper
'Cause there ain't no ocean 'round here
Though a lotta little lakes where you could disappear
I wonder what the fish are bitin' on today, Jimmy
She told me not
To follow her down here
Said he was crazy about her
I guess I didn't know
What that meant
Just knew I couldn't do without her
Then I seen 'em through the window sash
He had a Forty four pistol and a bag of cash
And she was foldin' some kinda pretty note paper into her breast pocket
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
Well, I got the picture
A temporary love shack
In the middle of no place
They were plannin'
On usin' that cash
To get away bold-faced
Now how long did they think they could stay
The troopers and the Marshall's surely on their way
I ran through the yard and I banged my knee on his wood chipper
I was screamin' like a baby
She appeared at the window
He opened the door
And when I looked up
He said "Skipper
What're you doin' here for"
One bullet to the head
Before I hit the ground I was dead
I guess I'm tellin' you this before you go fishin' now, Jimmy
What some people won't do, break up a happy home
What some people won't do, break up a happy home
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
Never found my body
But they killed 'em in a shoot out
Five miles down the road
They found that note paper
In her breast pocket
Thought it was somethin' written in code
But it was part of a letter set
I'd got her for Christmas ten years ago I'd bet
She used to just use the paper for her grocery list
(and it read)
Eggs
Hamburger meat
Bread
Funyuns
Orange drink
Toilet paper
Tidy Bowl
Pickles
Little Debbie Snack Cakes
What some people won't do, break up a happy home
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
What some people won't do, break up a happy home
I know enough to cut a path
Around a wood chipper
And be careful
Of any conversation
A man starts by callin' you skipper
'Cause there ain't no ocean 'round here
Though a lotta little lakes where you could disappear
I wonder what the fish are bitin' on today, Jimmy
She told me not
To follow her down here
Said he was crazy about her
I guess I didn't know
What that meant
Just knew I couldn't do without her
Then I seen 'em through the window sash
He had a Forty four pistol and a bag of cash
And she was foldin' some kinda pretty note paper into her breast pocket
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
Well, I got the picture
A temporary love shack
In the middle of no place
They were plannin'
On usin' that cash
To get away bold-faced
Now how long did they think they could stay
The troopers and the Marshall's surely on their way
I ran through the yard and I banged my knee on his wood chipper
I was screamin' like a baby
She appeared at the window
He opened the door
And when I looked up
He said "Skipper
What're you doin' here for"
One bullet to the head
Before I hit the ground I was dead
I guess I'm tellin' you this before you go fishin' now, Jimmy
What some people won't do, break up a happy home
What some people won't do, break up a happy home
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
Never found my body
But they killed 'em in a shoot out
Five miles down the road
They found that note paper
In her breast pocket
Thought it was somethin' written in code
But it was part of a letter set
I'd got her for Christmas ten years ago I'd bet
She used to just use the paper for her grocery list
(and it read)
Eggs
Hamburger meat
Bread
Funyuns
Orange drink
Toilet paper
Tidy Bowl
Pickles
Little Debbie Snack Cakes
What some people won't do, break up a happy home
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
What some people won't do, to break up a happy home
What some people won't do, break up a happy home
Writer: JOHN HIATT
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My Business
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I Just Don't Know What to Say
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I Know How to Lose You
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You're All the Reason I Need
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One of Them Damn Days
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No Wicked Grin
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Give It Up
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Blues Can't Even Find Me
World is closin' in on me
Don't know what to do
Can't see the big picture anymore
If there's even one to view
Wife keeps pushin' buttons
Spend all day starin' at a little screen
I'm feelin' invisible
The blues can't even find me
Wish I had a name for feelin' nothin'
Wish I still had my old address
Where anyone could come on over
And just put me in a mess
Now I'm tellin' everybody
When we'll be takin' our next breath
Blues can't even find me
Like we never even met
She cried all the way to Memphis
With the kids in back
And only me to talk it out with
Used to be like that
Now there's fifty people in the car
And the kids are grown
And I've heard her side fifty times
Talkin' on her cell phone
Now we're just so lonely
And there's no turnin' back
It's virtually impossible
But I can live with that
I wouldn't want in on this train wreck
Wouldn't wanna be on this last date
Now the blues can't even find me
All I know to do is wait
Now the blues can't even find me
All I know to do is wait
Don't know what to do
Can't see the big picture anymore
If there's even one to view
Wife keeps pushin' buttons
Spend all day starin' at a little screen
I'm feelin' invisible
The blues can't even find me
Wish I had a name for feelin' nothin'
Wish I still had my old address
Where anyone could come on over
And just put me in a mess
Now I'm tellin' everybody
When we'll be takin' our next breath
Blues can't even find me
Like we never even met
She cried all the way to Memphis
With the kids in back
And only me to talk it out with
Used to be like that
Now there's fifty people in the car
And the kids are grown
And I've heard her side fifty times
Talkin' on her cell phone
Now we're just so lonely
And there's no turnin' back
It's virtually impossible
But I can live with that
I wouldn't want in on this train wreck
Wouldn't wanna be on this last date
Now the blues can't even find me
All I know to do is wait
Now the blues can't even find me
All I know to do is wait
Writer: JOHN HIATT
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Mystic Pinball is the twenty-first solo studio album by American musician John Hiatt. It was released on September 25, 2012 via New West Records. Recording sessions took place at Ben's Studio in Nashville. Production was handled by Kevin Shirley. It features contributions from Doug Henthorn, Brandon Young, Doug Lancio, Russ Pahl, Patrick O'Hearn, Kenneth Blevins, Arlan Schierbaum and Ron Dziubla.
In the United States, the album peaked at No. 39 on the Billboard 200, No. 6 on the Americana/Folk Albums, No. 17 on the Top Rock Albums, No. 8 on the Independent Albums and No. 15 on the Tastemakers. It also reached No. 35 on the Sverigetopplistan, No. 41 on the Dutch Album Top 100, and No. 90 on the Swiss Hitparade.
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John HiattIn the United States, the album peaked at No. 39 on the Billboard 200, No. 6 on the Americana/Folk Albums, No. 17 on the Top Rock Albums, No. 8 on the Independent Albums and No. 15 on the Tastemakers. It also reached No. 35 on the Sverigetopplistan, No. 41 on the Dutch Album Top 100, and No. 90 on the Swiss Hitparade.
Genre(s): Roots rock
Producer(s): Kevin Shirley
Length: 45:54
Released: September 25th, 2012
Year: 2012