poor places

Its my fathers voice dreaming of
Sailors sailing off in the morning
For the air conditioned rooms
At the top of the stairs
His jaws been broken
His bandage is wrapped too tight
His fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight
Theres Bourbon on the breath
Of the singer you love so much
He takes all his words from the books
That you dont read anyway
His jaws been broken
His bandage is wrapped too tight
My fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight
Someone ties a bow
In my backyard to show me love
My voice is climbing walls
Smoking and I want love
My jaws been broken
My heart is wrapped in ice
My fangs have been pulled
And I really want to see you tonight
And it makes no difference to me
How they cried all over overseas
Its hot in the poor places tonight
Im not going outside
They cried all over overseas
It makes no difference to me
Its hot in the poor places tonight
Im not going outside
Its hot in the poor places tonight
Im not going outside
Im not going outside