"Eggs On Plate" as written by and Iggy Pop Ivan Kral....
Oh Lord, I got eggs on my plate
I got 'em damn right
I got four walls I live here
Hey, I live here
Now this big Jew-man uptown
He told me one day
He said, 'heh, boy
You look at that house on the hill
That cost a hundred thousand dollars
You could be up there
You know what?
I'll put you on the hit parade
Everybody will know your name.'
But man heh Solomon
Who does my name belong to then?
What have I got? Four walls
What have I got? Four walls
I thank you, Lord
I thank you, Lord above this orange carpet
And the ceiling above it
Who left Murph the Surf on my ceiling?
Now here we go boys
Ha ha ha ha hah, ah ha ha ha ha!
Four walls, four walls
Here I go
I'm looking for love again
I'm looking for love
I'm runnin' from friend to friend
I'm looking for love in the wine
I'm looking for love
In anybody I can find
Thank you, God
For these four walls I love
But are they secure?
Heh, God! Are you above?
Then tell me who left that fucking door half open?
Oh Lord, I got something
I'll tell you what I got, boys, I got this
Four walls, three walls
Two walls, four walls
But they can't talk four walls
But they can't talk four walls
But they can't talk four walls
But if they could talk, what would they say?
They'd say, heh, Nash the slash
Why did you leave your sticker on my
Forty-two dollar and fifty cent suite
In James Dean's head bed?

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"Eggs on Plate" as written by Ivan Kral Iggy Pop

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