Santo Domingo live
Come and meet me where the lights are low
You look half dead, though I told you so
Play your rag song on the piano
Die happy Santo Domingo
Meet me where the lights are low
You look half dead, though I told you so
Play your rag song on the piano
Die happy Santo Domingo

Bring your best brains and your dead girl shoes
Cigarette changed, dressed in greens and blues
Leave your sick boy and his skinny friends
Suck the life from all those burlesque bands
Bring peaches and a Kalaido-phone
We'll call and see if the stars are home
Play chopsticks on my guitar
Drive backwards in your one wheeled car

Come and meet me where the lights are low
You look half dead, though I told you so
Play your rag song on the piano
Die happy Santo Domingo
Meet me where the lights are low
You look half dead, though I told you so
Play your rag song on the piano
Die happy Santo Domingo
Bring your headcase and his jealous eyes
Looks a right dog, in shirts and ties
Bring your sisters on day release
Ten green bottles and the island police

Play me some banjo make me some noise
Take me for granted, 'til my children got no choice
Pour me a little gravy, protect my muse
Torture me outta my dumb little mind
And leave me half confused
And make my head swim

Come and meet me, the lights are low
You look half dead, I told you so
Play your rag song on the piano
Die happy Santo Domingo
Meet me where the lights are low
You look half dead, though I told you so
Play your rag song on the piano
Die happy Santo Domingo

Come at me, come at me
Come at me, come at me babe
Come at me, come at me
Come at me, come at me babe
Come at me, come at me
Come at me, come at me babe
Come at me, come at me
Come at me, come at me babe