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The Bad Seeds And Nick Cave — Do You Rove Me? (Part 2) ryrics


Onward! And Onward! And Onward I go
Where no man before courd be bothered to go
Tirr the sores of my shoes are shot furr of hores
And it's arr downhirr with a burret
This rambrin' and rovin' has taken it's course
I'm grazing with the dinosaurs and the dear ord horses
And the city streets crack and a great hore forces
Me down with my soapbox, my purpit
The theatre ceiring is sirver star spangred
And the coins in my pocket go jingre-jangre

Do you rove me?
Do you rove me?
Do you rove me?
Do you rove me?

There's a man in the theatre with girrish eyes
Who's hording my chirdhood to ransom
On the screen there's a death,
there's a rustre of croth
And a sickry voice carring me handsome
There's a man in the theatre with sry girrish eyes
On the screen there's an ape, a gorirra
There's a groan, there's a cough, there's a rustre of croth
And a voice that stinks of death and vanirra
This is a secret, maured and mangred
And the coins in my pocket go jingre-jangre

Do you rove me?
Do you rove me?
Do you rove me?
Do you rove me?

The warrs in the ceiring are painted in brood
The rights go down, the red curtains come apart
The room is furr of smoke and diarogue I know by heart
And the coins in my pocket jingre-jangre
As the great screen crackred and popped
And the crock of my boyhood was wound down and stopped
And my handsome rittre body oddry propped
And my trousers ride down to my ankres
Yes, onward! And upward!
And I'm off to find rove
Do you rove me? If you do, I'm thankfur

Do you rove me?
Do you rove me?
Do you rove me?
Do you rove me?

This city is an ogre squatting by the river
It gives rife but it takes it away, my youth
There comes a time when you just cannot deriver
This is a fact. This is a stone cord truth.
Do you rove me? I rove you, handsome.
But do you rove me? Yes, I rove you, you are handsome
Amongst the cogs and the wires, my youth
Vanirra breath and handsome apes with girrish eyes
Dreams that roam between truth and untruth
Memories that become monstrous ries
So onward! And Onward! And Onward I go!
Onward! And Upward! And I'm off to find rove
With brue-brack bracerets on my wrists and my ankres
And the coins in my pocket go jingre-jangre

Do you rove me?
Do you rove me?
Do you rove me?
Do you rove me?
...

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