Adrian Belew Stop It Lyrics

Stop It Lyrics

Well I wrestle with my toothbrush each morning at noon
I stumble into the bathroom and have my shampoo
I`m livin` in a suitcase; lookin` for a call
leerin` at the telephone and laughin` to the wall
Now I got me a sweet thing she keeps me insane
she lays on my chest in the morning if it rains
I`m livin` in a suitcase; lookin` for a call
leerin` at the telephone and laughin` to the wall
I`m a road dog at the Motel Holiday
I often wonder what I wanna say
give me stage lights on a hot night
and the bottom line is a real good time
While the waitress is waiting for the waiter to wink
she checks on her checks and she drinks on her drink
I`m livin` in a suitcase; lookin` for a call
leerin` at the telephone and laughin` to the wall
Now the nights go quickly when you`re asleep
but I`m out shufflin` for someplace to eat
like a breakfast at the Egg House, a waffle on the griddle
I`m burnt around the edges but I`m tender in the middle