Junkstruck
Darling Burroughs couldn't do it any better
Mixing all the signals
Left me to unravel
All your good intentions
Aren't getting any better
You are just a walker
Professional couch crasher

I walk down all your streets
Looking for your junk-struck heart
I walk down all your streets

Ah charmer
Love me like a stripper
Get away with murder
Silly little hipster
I know you have a weakness
For candy and cigarettes
Girls in boots and dresses
Paperbacks and poolhalls
I walk down all your streets
Looking for your junk-struck heart
I walk down all your streets

Had a brush with gravity
But everybody knows
That you're looking through her records
While she's taking off her clothes
Had a brush with gravity
But since it's come apart
I'm still looking for new evidence
Of your slow rock and roll start

I walk down all your streets
Looking for your junk-struck heart
I walk down all your streets
Looking for...
Shooting for your junk-struck heart