Girls in the Backroom Lyrics & Tabs by Ike Reilly
Girls in the Backroom
guitar chords lyrics
Girls in the backroom
I hear your father hes a rich man
And that his father was a rich one too
And that your real mother waited tables
With cool eyes and beautiful hands
And no one would ever doubt it
Cuz no one looks richer than you
As your droppin your brother at the front door
That led into the backroom
I hear the girls in the backroom
Will just about finish you off
Yeah they'll tempt you and distract you
Say things like "babe it's in your head", and cough(?)
And the promise of a happy ending
Is right in the palm of their hands
Say things like "babe it's in your head", and cough(?)
And the promise of a happy ending
Is right in the palm of their hands
They all seem to get all sandy
The 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 check
From his VA stuck in the chamber
Still the roadside bombs are bursting,
And forever he'll be thirsty,
Seven golf for his fuckin murcky body
And he'll drink it anyway
I saw him blowin the old marine
(?)Down with a child with a(?)
Purple Heart ratted in his bedpan
You know he kills a lot of time
In the parking lots of the shops
That are kinda over near the college bars
Lookin at all the mothers dressed like daughters
Doin thier laundry, thier daughters are all dressed like stars
But no one really ever looks him in the eyes
When they pass him by they all got thier heads bowed down
I guess that they heard for a while,
he was stealin ladies lingerie,
wearin that shit all over town
I hear the girls in the backroom
The questions were shakin him down
They were still angry about the vacuum
That he had smashed when he came back to town
And the promises of happy endings
For tonight I'm sure are through
As the girls were
down 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 cool
Since before he left for jump school
Now the people i know I'm with you
They treat me like some crazy fuckin Jew
Good luck, leavin town, they say you couldn't get out if you wanted to anyhow
I hear the girls in the backroom,
Yeah, their talkin about me in code,
They all treat me (wicked gloves?) like a time bomb,
Gettin ready, to explode
And people always ask me questions
About your brother, and what he's seen
Where he's been and where I think he's going to
I just say
I last saw him fleeing the scene
behind the wheel of a skin-graf limousine.
I hear the girls in the backroom
They'll just about finish you off
I hear the girls in the backroom
Ther talking about me in code
I hear the girls in the backroom
They'll just about finish you off
I hear the girls in the backroom
(laughs)
