4. Suzy, The Revolver

Pick it up, Suzy
Give me the wheel
There's only six more miles
And there's nothing left to steal
Got a couple of handguns 
A bottle of rye
A hole in my heart
And honey you're the reason why
So as soon as we ditch the boys in blue
I'll be ditching you too, mama

I started bank robbing 
At the age of sixteen
My reward was a killing
And my killing was clean
They called me the kid
When they called the cops
I counted my money and I got out on top
I traded my 9 for the six-string blues
And that's when I met you

You knew I was perfect
You saw I was weak
That I'd do most anything
For your tongue and cheek
But the sound of your whisper
Chilled me to the bone
It made me forget why it is I work alone
You used those hips to get me to go into business with you, girl

No, it wasn't too pretty
When we shot at the 5
But we got out of the city
And we got out alive
I said, "My dear,
Now where do we run?"
You say "wherever you want, babe
Your work here is done"
You said this life ain't fit for two
Honey it ain't true
No more robbing banks
The good life stanks
If it ain't with you, girl

04. Suzie The Revolver

3. A Message For Riverboat Johnny 

Bring that old riverboat out to the lake 
We're moving up Johnny, we've made our mistakes 
With one foot in our sneakers and one foot on the breaks 
They say change takes time but that's not all that it takes 
Your dreams, they're all flowing with vampire blood 
Our dreams of forever all got stuck in the mud 
Now our palms hit the pavement, introduced by a thud 
Still, our good times stayed floating, 'til they started to flood 

But the worst mistake that a dollar bill can make 
Is getting ripped in half to make it two 
The scale was built for curving all the weak and undeserving 
And separating friends like me and you 

So bring that old riverboat out to the lake 
We're moving up Johnny, we've made our mistakes 
With one foot in our sneakers and one foot on the breaks 
They say change takes time but that's not all that it takes 
So sing with your kitchen ghosts, call out all the fakes 
We'll start off making money, but we'll end up getting baked 
Then we'll shack up supermodels, maybe leave the state 
Who knows, I bet I head down south 
I bet you you'll reach that Golden Gate 

So here you sit, right where you stand 
But “belong” is a command 
Solitude is poison 
Loyalty is glue 
You've been thinking for some time 
Sixteen reasons to define 
What it means to live your life the way you do 

03. A Message For Riverboat Johnny

2. Say Something 

Today I saw my angel just getting off and on the 1 
In high top wings and leather, the same kind that I had on 
I pictured us together, but I doubt we'd get much done 
So next time I'll do much better, until then I'll sing my song 

So honey walk by me once more 
I admit that I get lonely way up on the top floor 
So next time I go and I take that ride 
I'll make sure you can see me 
Yeah, I'll have nothing to hide 

Today she went and sat down between a mother and a kid 
And saw herself on both sides, at least I hope she did 
She got up and did the rain dance to keep her heart from feeling warm 
I guess she forgot what hearts are made of 
Forgot what they are for 

So honey please do not be shy 
I can see you looking at me, though I'm not quite sure why 
You can't live up to your softer side 
Guess I just don't know enough about them fancy things you like 

02. Say Something

1. Bite Your Tongue

My Madonna, if you wanna, it's not too late
See, I sympathize with treason and your crimes against the state
You emphasize the lies, and all this hate
Now they've got your name and number, all they've gotta do is wait
For you to slip up, the handcuffs are too tight
They're bleeding through, they're reading you your last rights 
And now you're on the wrong side of a shiny metal gate
No!

Mother Mary, I know it's scary, but don't be scared
There's a bunch of shitty folks to which I know you'll be compared
The kitty cats that scratch back just to play fair
Yeah the girls all make you jealous, and the boys all pull your hair
Now you wanna go back to, who knew,
The same kids that use you for voodoo
But now you're just confused
Cause all this time you thought they cared
No!

What you want can't be captured in a picture
Matter of fact, you don't know what it is
So when you see someone selling freedom
On this side of the road
Remember it's ours, not his

My Maria, I wanna free ya, I don't know how
Cause I've been saving for your bail and getting signatures in town
I couldn't hear the fear until now
Cause you opened up your mouth and ever since they've shut it down
With sleeping pills and dollar bills to keep quiet
You know enough, enough to tame the street riot
The whole world loves you and they all want to bow down
Yeah!

What you want can't be captured in a picture
Matter of fact, you don't know what it is
So when you see someone selling freedom
On this side of the road
Remember, it's ours, not his
Remember, it's ours, not his

01. Bite Your Tongue

I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO THIS SONG. TOM WAITS DOES. I JUST LOVE IT. CHECK THE WORDS

I was all night long on the broken glass
livin in a medicine chest
mediteromanian hotel back
sprawled across a roll top desk
the monkey rode the blade on an
overhead fan
they paint the donkey blue if you pay
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
my baby's coming home today
will you sell me one of those if I shave my head
get me out of town is what fireball said
never trust a man in a blue trench coat
never drive a car when you're dead
Saturday's a festival
Friday's a gem
dye your hair yellow
and raise your hem
follow me to beulah's on
dry creek road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed
chantilly lace and a pretty face
and a ponytail hanging down
a wiggle in the walk
a giggle in the talk
makes the world go round
take me down to buy a tux
on red rose bear
got to cut a hole in the day
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
my baby's coming home today

All words and music by Troy Krusz, except track 4 (Music and Lyrics by Tom Waits)
Troy Krusz: Vocals, Guitar, Bass, Harmonica, Ukulele, Keyboards, Programming, Production
'Sleepy' Benjamín Carbone: Fretted & Fretless Electric Guitar on tracks 2 & 4, Moral Support, Conquistador

Telephone Call From Istanbul (Tom Waits Cover)

The "...Well Maybe Somethin'" Song

Broken Windows Can't Stand The Rain

Guys Like Us

The "I Don't Want Nothin'..." Song

The Devil quit the music biz 
And now he's into politics 
And corporate America 
He's wondering where Jesus is 
He's taking things slowly 
Yes he is

The Devil felt that it was time 
To ditch his mama's basement 
The band that he was in went out 
And looked for a replacement 
But nobody could replace him 
So the spot remained vacant 
Yes it did

It was the end 
The end of a good thing 
No more messin' around with the blind folks 
No more teachin' kids to swing 
No more goddamn rock and roll 
Now he's listening to the wind howl 
From way down in his soul

Drive the dusty road 
Into some red town 
Waltz into a bar 
And see the Devil sittin' down

Stranger things have happened, friends 
It's dark the way it is 
And the only seat in this joint 
Is the one that's next to his

And he says "Hey, Son 
Whatcha drinkin? 
I'll buy you one 
Yeah, I think that I'm washed up 
I've been half of this toss up 
For way too long"

He says, "if you want I can show you around 
You see, theres a whole world underground 
So if you found what I found 
You'd be a fool to turn it down 
Who needs gold? 
I'll give you fire and sound 
So close your eyes 
You're mine now"

The Devil quit the music biz 
And now he says it's my turn 
But a billion years of gasoline 
Can really make your eyes burn

How'd I let him catch me? 
He even asked permission 
So i took my seat upon his throne 
And came to a decision

Rock and roll is dying slow 
But man, do I have a vision

The Devil Quit The Music Biz

Guitarist. Lonesome Classicist. Hound Lover. Harmonica Advocate.

Troy Krusz

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