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James Reyne – Rainbows Dead End lyrics
[Verse 1]
Star-crossed junkie misfits on the run
Some expensive wardrobe a car, a gun for fun
They took her valise, a portmanteau
Such a civilized way to go
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
[Verse 2]
Peel back that velvet rope and come inside
There's Jungle Jim at Mr. Chow's
With his, mail-order bride
The higher that monkey climbs that tree
The more of his fat ass you'll see
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
[Bridge]
We get separated
I'll meet you there
Little hideaway
Our pied-a-terre
[Verse 3]
Last year's model stranded in the bar
Some nra.... Convention Itchy fingers
Whiskey in the jar
This gin palace Alice wonder
Absinthe makes this tart grow fonder
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
[Verse 4]
Hotel, motel drifters one and all
Lie like dead men down in rows, against Bondi Beach sea wall
Mirror smeared with a wasted chance and nicotine stained romance
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
Star-crossed junkie misfits on the run
Some expensive wardrobe a car, a gun for fun
They took her valise, a portmanteau
Such a civilized way to go
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
[Verse 2]
Peel back that velvet rope and come inside
There's Jungle Jim at Mr. Chow's
With his, mail-order bride
The higher that monkey climbs that tree
The more of his fat ass you'll see
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
[Bridge]
We get separated
I'll meet you there
Little hideaway
Our pied-a-terre
[Verse 3]
Last year's model stranded in the bar
Some nra.... Convention Itchy fingers
Whiskey in the jar
This gin palace Alice wonder
Absinthe makes this tart grow fonder
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
[Verse 4]
Hotel, motel drifters one and all
Lie like dead men down in rows, against Bondi Beach sea wall
Mirror smeared with a wasted chance and nicotine stained romance
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
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