Santo Domingo - Jon Fratelli

Come and meet me when the lights are low
You look half dead though I told you so
Play your rap song on the piano
Die happy Santo Domingo
Come and meet me when the lights are low
You look half dead though I told you so
Play your rap 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 bends
Bring peaches and a Kalaida-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 when the lights are low
You look half dead though I told you so
Play your rap song on the piano
Die happy Santo Domingo
Come and meet me when the lights are low
You look half dead though I told you so
Play your rap 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 eyelid police
Play me some banjo make me some noise
Take me for granted tell my children got no choice
Pour me a little gravy protect my muse
Torture me outta my dumb little mind
And leave me all confused
Make my head swim
Come and meet me when the lights are low
You look half dead though I told you so
Play your rap song on the piano
Die happy Santo Domingo
Come and meet me when the lights are low
You look half dead though I told you so
Play your rap song on the piano
Die happy Santo Domingo