Wrap my arms around my pillow
Wrap my arms around myself
Wrap my fingers round my whiskey glass
I’m drinking to your health
I will never get to sleep at night
I will never be complete
I will not be held responsible
For collapsing at your feet
Kick cars on the street to set off their alarms
I am magically malicious
I will not eat my Lucky Charms
Until you come and fill
These hungry arms
Twinkle twinkle little bar
Crinkled bills and soggy change
ZZ Top is on the jukebox, man
They understand my pain
Draped you hair across my pillow
Draped your legs across my back
Then you left me bruised and bleeding
Like a hemophiliac
Shooting off my mouth
with no care who it harms
Pardonnez mon Francais
ne pas appeler les gendarmes
Until you come and fill
These hungry arms
There is a hole inside me
There’s one inside you, too
Till you learn to love and nurture it
No good will come to you
It's the essence of TMJ to follow up a smart song about the need to forge new memories with a killer that grooves on everything great and awful about the 1970s. Brash, confident, and deeply pleasurable -- and its vibe is punctured by the new old b-side's warning "living backwards in time/losing your mind." As always, TMJ has it all ways, beautifully. Alan S