Pieces of paradise Songtext

von The Men They Couldn't Hang

I'm sitting in a sandwich bar
Pocketful of coppers from my penny jar
Breakfast, lunch and dinner
As autumn turns winter and the cold
I'm looking for gold
But the pavement's bare no shine
My eyes are turning blind
Soft at the top but I can't stop

Walking into the jungle
Guided by simple
Pieces of paradise
Streetcar marking out heaven
That's where they're selling
Pieces of paradise

Chatline operator
Said she'd meet me later for a walk
She gets so tired of voices
The last thing that she wants to do is talk
She said there's a hole at the rainbow's end
Now she works for a magazine
Part time model, she wants to be seen
Up on a shelf, she can't stop herself

Walking into the jungle
Guided by simple
Pieces of paradise
Streetcar marking out heaven
That's where they're selling
Pieces of paradise

Used to hang with Danny
We'd drink away the money from his begging bowl
He lost a leg at Tumbledown
Used to say that's where he lost his soul
Then he found the face of God
Now he wears a Krishna robe
And his begging bowl is sold
Into the church, into the search

Walking into the jungle
Guided by simple
Pieces of paradise
Streetcar marking out heaven
That's where they're selling
Pieces of paradise