Eggs On Plate — текст песни (Iggy Pop)

Oh Lord I got eggs on my plate
I got em Damn right
I got four walls I live here
Hey I live here
Now this big Jew-man uptown
He told me one day
He said, heh boy
You look at that house On the hill
That cost a hundred thousand dollars
You could be up there
You know what?
I`ll put you on the hit parade
Everybody will know your name
Iggyyyyy
But man Heh Solomon
Who does my name belong to then?
What have I got? Four walls
What have I got? Four walls
I thank you Lord
I thank you Lord above this orange carpet
And the ceiling above it
Who left Murph the Surf On my ceiling?
Iggyyyyyyyyyyyy
Now here we go boys
Hahahahahah a ah hahahaha!
Four walls Four walls
Here I go
I`m looking for love again
I`m looking for love
I`m runnin from friend to friend
I`m looking for love in the wine
I`m looking for love
In anybody I can find
Thank you God
For these four walls I love
But are they secure?
Heh God! Are you above?
Then tell me who let that fucking door half open?
Oh Lord I got something
I`ll tell you what I got, boys, I got this
Four walls, Three walls,
two walls, Four walls
But they can`t talk Four walls
But they can`t talk Four walls
But they can`t talk Four walls
But if they could talk What would they say?
They`d say heh Nash the slash
Why did you leave your sticker on my
Forty-two dollar and fifty cent suite
In James Dean`s head bed?