The ceiling's too familiar
Laying slack-jawed on my back
And the words spit out like puzzles
As she tries to fill the gap
But my lover's not my mother
And the hands that wipe my ass
Are the hands that once caressed me
I don't want them to detest me
And I will not burden those I love
I will not be a spoon-fed bird
Or beg for mercy from above
Oh let my cord become unplugged
The man from Holland left the room
But he never left his bed
On his birthday after brandy
He chose angel choirs instead
The first one was for sleeping
The next one took his breath
His wife left his bedside to reflect
In a rocking chair with a cigarette
And I will not burden those I love
I will not be a spoon-fed bird
Or beg for mercy from above
Oh let my cord become unplugged
I will not burden those I love
I will not be a spoon-fed bird
Or beg for mercy from above
Oh let my cords
Oh let my cord become unplugged
Unplugged Video (MV)
Performed By: Spirit Of The West
Length: 3:15
Written by: Geoffrey Kelly, Hugh Richard Campbell McMillan, John Fraser Mann, Linda Mae Humphries, Vince Richard Ditrich
Spirit Of The West - Unplugged Lyrics
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The ceiling's too familiar
Laying slack-jawed on my back
And the words spit out like puzzles
As she tries to fill the gap
But my lover's not my mother
And the hands that wipe my ass
Are the hands that once caressed me
I don't want them to detest me
And I will not burden those I love
I will not be a spoon-fed bird
Or beg for mercy from above
Oh let my cord become unplugged
The man from Holland left the room
But he never left his bed
On his birthday after brandy
He chose angel choirs instead
The first one was for sleeping
The next one took his breath
His wife left his bedside to reflect
In a rocking chair with a cigarette
And I will not burden those I love
I will not be a spoon-fed bird
Or beg for mercy from above
Oh let my cord become unplugged
I will not burden those I love
I will not be a spoon-fed bird
Or beg for mercy from above
Oh let my cords
Oh let my cord become unplugged
Laying slack-jawed on my back
And the words spit out like puzzles
As she tries to fill the gap
But my lover's not my mother
And the hands that wipe my ass
Are the hands that once caressed me
I don't want them to detest me
And I will not burden those I love
I will not be a spoon-fed bird
Or beg for mercy from above
Oh let my cord become unplugged
The man from Holland left the room
But he never left his bed
On his birthday after brandy
He chose angel choirs instead
The first one was for sleeping
The next one took his breath
His wife left his bedside to reflect
In a rocking chair with a cigarette
And I will not burden those I love
I will not be a spoon-fed bird
Or beg for mercy from above
Oh let my cord become unplugged
I will not burden those I love
I will not be a spoon-fed bird
Or beg for mercy from above
Oh let my cords
Oh let my cord become unplugged
Writer: Geoffrey Kelly, Hugh Richard Campbell McMillan, John Fraser Mann, Linda Mae Humphries, Vince Richard Ditrich
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.