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Eric's room gets too small one night
(he) takes his whole apartment outside
down at his desk he sits and writes
under a streetlight

one
at his desk did write and indicate
To lawyer friend and intimate
His lamentable grief did necessitate
The need for one swift bird to sail the ocean o'er
this from the desk that I write my rhymes from
Pen starts to scribble on it's own my minds numb
But you can call me modern urban Norman Rockwell
I paint
breaks open, the Greek comes down
And he asks for a rope and a pen that will write.
"Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,
Carefully removes his fez,
Oh dear father I thank you for this
I'm writing this song on your desk
Together we can make it through the day
See me fallen, yeah, down and lonely
stand up for the day.
Oh dear father I thank you for the years.
I'm writing this song on your desk.
Together we can make it through the day.

See me
hold
A breaking heart in an empty apartment
Was the loudest sound I never heard

Got a desk I'll write myself a note
Pretending that it came from
I don't wanna write
I just wanna drink all night
HEY! HEY! another day starts a new
Waste half of the that one too
On the porch with Paddy
HEY! HEY!
I don't wanna write
I just wanna drink all night
On the porch with paddy
HEY! HEY! another day starts a new
Waste half of the that one too
will never end 

You picked a flower, some time ago 
Put it on my desk 
At school that day 
Thought I would write you 
A small love poem 
Though I
stare at those ugly grass mat walls
Chronologically I know you're young
But when you kissed me in the club you bit my tongue

I'll write a song for you
write a song for you, I'll put it on my next L.P
Come up to my motel room, sleep with me !
There's a Bible in the drawer don't be afraid
I'll put up
ass down
Well I'm mad at my desk and I'll be writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words
You're a headless
it`s all in good fun
And if you kept you nose clean
You can laugh now at the caring things they've done

I`ll write this story down, but you`ll never
it`s all in good fun
And if you kept you nose clean
You can laugh now at the caring things they`ve done

I`ll write this story down, but you`ll never
And those pictures on your desk
All them lies that you abuse
Do they know you suffer
From the Bensonhurst blues
Your grandmother's accent

Still
in this Dickensian
Office above the small printing presses, sits Mr. Bates, middle
Aged, meticulous, writing with a gold barreled fountain pen. He's
doesn't satisfy his needs
He's a desk clerk at the bank and trust
There's so many contracts and paperwork to do
He gets so busy at the bank and trust
processor?
Take 'em from work.
I took a whole desk from the last place I worked.
They never noticed and it looks great in my apartment.
Take an electric
write just don't impress 
They don't leave my desk 
And like me it's a mess 
I try to tell you but you tell me that you're my friend
How could I let
Brandy on your breath
Bottle's open spilled across the desk
Snifter's broken, smashed against the wall
Just the way your standin' says it all
You hung
on a small vacation. 
However she does send her love, at least finger paintings, and desk club she's making. 
I am your substitute teacher, Sister Mary
Orange going off on the town
I've got posse bonanza to beat your ass down

I'm mad at my desk and I'm writing all curse words
Expressing my aggressions
met the cutest guy in my neighborhood
Isn't that exciting?
I dreamt all night, I got a secret note
But that's alright cause I knew his writing

Hey I
write these letters to you
From a desk in a room that's bleeding truth
And I won't sleep so I'll have
No regrets to waste on you

We'll fight the good

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