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Ed Belly - Peter Doherty
Lyrics by：Peter Doherty
Composed by：Peter Doherty
Produced by：Mike Moore
That's one two one two three four
I said"Ed Belly watched telly in a highway motel room"
Well he felt at ease in the tat and sleaze in the neon midnight gloom
For so long every song in his heart and in his head
He fantasized romanticized the lonesome life he led
Well he sang about anti-heroes drifters weirdos big dreamers from small towns
Cyberpunks grifters drunks and retired rodeo clowns
The dispossessed the dissipated the desperate and the damned
Well the lower the dog the higher the cat the more he loved their band
And for years he waited with bated breath
Through clouds of skag and crystal meth
He waits so patiently for death
With the quick and the unbruised
With sunken eyes he scanned the earth
His head down so low his neck did hurt
It's a small wonder his spine's not curved
Kept his head so low
Yes but all the while his ears were tingling
For troubled souls have a song worth singing
Yeah Hell's bells were ding-a-linging all along the road
I said"All all along that road"
