in rags

But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

Have you seen the old girl Who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags? She's no time for talking,

I remember the back streets of Naples Two children begging in rags Both touched with a burning ambition

The gases, discharged from your anorectic Lung diseased body, felt suffocating Dressed in rags, afflicted by sexually transmitted diseases

Like she still so wrong, once she is too soft then she's bones in rags, or too naked, why not married... Where is your child? What your life looks like?

With no luck, no stars, with less than nothing. But I have nothing but a heart in rags And two hands stretched out on twigs

and the city was like a big carousel where the invisible horses of the Captains of Sand turned. Dressed in rags, dirty, half-starved, aggressive, swearing and smoking cigarette butts,

“May salvation come from heaven … “ Stop and kiss the cook, Khaye, Dressed in rags and tatters; She makes a pudding for the Sabbath.

They haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out Chevrolets They scream your name at night in the street Your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet And in the lonely cool before dawn

Who held a child upon his back A small boy by the hand The three of them were dressed in rags And thinner than air

Bull talk, wild talk, A few times in the hall, no visit without a reason, Dressed in rags yet pretends to be a golden arhat Flowers in the fog, the flowers are not there,

Oh, You know I seen A woman of means In rags and begging for pleasure Crossed a river of salt

But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

Piracy's a crime and crime doesn't pay And we go home poor at the end of the day But I'd rather live my life in rags Than be taped to a desk with a wife as a hag

What they got We seem oblivious but we're not Off in rags with just a tankard And a spoon

My hands are smoky firewalls Clasped for prayer In the mud I shed my faith in rags I'll leave it there

I forgot your birthday And I'm dressed in rags I shouldn't drink, I'll lose control

Then you won't get no belly ache From eatin' humble pie I believe in rags to riches Your inheritence won't last

Beautiful and I’ll drive you in a Mercedes (In a Mercedes) You’re so beautiful, I dream of you (Ah) What do you want, when you’re dressed in rags? (Dressed in rags) You’re so beautiful, I dream of you (I dream of you)

Endless juke joints and Valentino drag Where dancers scrape the tears up off the streets, dressed down in rags Running into the darkness, some hurt bad, some really dying