Songtexte:
John Hiatt Slug Line

on the slug line Punch a pretty hole in my mind Show me where to sign And put me on the slug- Well that's fine Put me on the slug line Punch a

I see you singing like a camera I see you staring from your mouth I see you spittin' out your algebra You think you've got it figured out I saw

Ohs, yeahs, and ai ya yas Verse 1: Oh girl, yeah, yeah, yeah He says you almost need a bodyguard Just to go walking down the boulevard Little

3 on a fever, down in the dumps the 1st one hollers, the 2nd one jumps the 3rd writes a letter to his family says I'd kill everyone if it was up to

You've been a good girl, You've been a bad girl You're not a girl anymore Deep in a picture show Unbuttoned in the last row You watched the grown

He was the kind of kid you did not want to sit by He kept his boogers in his desk he wore a neck tie And he never washed his hair You wished he wasn

Little lover sittin' in the corner with a former member of the jets He would write a letter to the editor about the little holes in her dress She said

3 on a fever, down in the dumps the 1st one hollers, the 2nd one jumps the 3rd writes a letter to his family says I'd kill everyone if it was up to

me on the slug line Punch a pretty hole in my mind Show me where to sign And put me on the slug- Well that's fine Put me on the slug line Punch