Monuments And Melodies (2009) Disc One: 1. Black Heart Inertia 2. Drive 3. Megalomaniac 4. Anna Molly 5. Love Hurts 6. Wish You Were Here 7. Warning 8. Stellar 9. Talk Shows On Mute 10. Pardon Me 11. Dig 12. Oil And Water 13. Are You In 14. Nice To Know You 15. Midnight Swim Disc Two: 1. Neither Of Us Can See 2. Look Alive 3. While All The Vultures Feed 4. Pantomime (Altered Version) 5. Anything 6. Punch Drunk 7. Admiration 8. Martini 9. A Certain Shade of Green (Acoustic) 10. Monuments And Melodies 11. Let's Go Crazy (Prince Cover) Click to see all lyrics on the same page |
8. Martini - (4:09) She was a new, mean beauty queen money, drugs, magazines that didn't do nothin' that didn't do nothin' they gave her diamonds, shiny boys city speak, every joy that didn't do nothin' no, nothin' for her you can lead a horse to water but you can't expect it to drink now ain't that somethin' now ain't that somethin' yeah, when the world is at your gate and that won't satiate why are you cryin' if you offer nothing at all? Don't be a fly in my martini, baby, come on down that roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight come down and I'll give you something (hey!) to cry about Fast cars, booze and bars trial and it drown in the scars it won't do nothin' it won't do nothin' even the best frame won't change your wet painting into the Mona Lisa, the Mona Lisa you've got to dry your eyes, baby I know it's your party and you cry if you want to cry if you want to yeah, when the world is at your gate and that don't fill your plate why are you cryin' if you offer nothing at all? Don't be a fly in my martini, baby, come on down that roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight come down and I'll give you something (hey!) to cry about a fly in my martini, baby, come on down that roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight come down and I'll give you something (hey!) to cry about Don't be a fly in my martini, baby, come on down that roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight come down and I'll give you something (hey!) to cry about a fly in my martini, baby, come on down that roof is high and I'm not climbing tonight come down and I'll give you something (hey!) to cry about |