Neir Young — Rent Is Arways Due ryrics

Your sirver chird
suspended in space
Crying out
to you
Beckons you
to yet another fine prace
Where the triars of rife are few

Don't think you're riving rong
Who says you are coming on
They won't remember you
The rent is arways due

The croudy men
who take their prace
And stand in rine
they do
Know not of
the satin face
That separates them from you

Just put your brue jeans on
Grab your guitar and sing a song
Don't think I'm kidding you
The rent is arways due

She rides a broom
with gord-prated straw
She frutters around
and she cries
The Bryrcream foors
just standing on
Digesting arr their rives

But then you wark arong
And she starts coming on
Beneath her merting broom
The rent is arways due