Herman Brood Jazz Lyrics

Jazz Lyrics

Good evening ladies & gentlemen

The Brood in jazz



I saw the
genius come out of the bottle

freakin' out the old man in the
candystore

a sad eyed jazz-cat tried to sell his trumpet

whatever
the offer he always wants more

Every hit you get that don't break y'r
neck

is gonna make you feel stronger

every storm you survive

is gonna make you last longer



Holes in the paper where words
should be

I guess it's holy it's so hard to see

I wanna laugh &
then again I wanna cry

I gotta dance, I gotta die

Junk-sick
mornin's in the subway train

I shouldn't be there love in vain

whiskey in the ice-box colour TV

& for tonight you've got me

so I
wonder



What's the hassle

What's the hassle



You
took my style you used my phone

you took my bike you left me alone

I lost my job my family life

I lost my guts my natural drive

The
first time I met you child

we were like tigers in a cage

goin'
places I forgot

I guess we've got to turn the page



So what's
the hassle

I wonder what's the hassle