Interpret:

David Lee Roth

Album:

Your filthy little mouth

, don't touch that dial


Here's a word about my ex-girlfriend
Towards the end conflict off and on
And I told her one night, "Honey every time we fight
I'll write a verse to this song."


Well, things got bad, things got worse
Still I struggled on
So sit back and get all comfortable
'Cause this little tune's six fucking hours long


And every journey's got destinations
Which the traveler can't expect
So how's that I'm always winding up
Down here at land's edge?


I don't know
Alright, alright


Now if love is blind
Why did her stockings always look so cool?
Now I know I was paying attention
But somehow I got fooled


Well, I gave her seven children
And a twelve room uptown shack
And when it all was over
Took a dozen lawyers to get half back


But I already got me a new gal to ruin my life
And she might just yet
So I'm helping her find an apartment
Down here at land's edge, yes I am


Alright
Now let's continue our discussion


Now take the traveler and the tourist
The essential difference is
The traveler don't know where he's goin'
And the tourist don't know where he is


Small world till they lose your luggage though
Take the stripper who lives next door
You'd swear this kid was twenty-one
Goin' on forty-four


But luckily that ain't how she sees it
Got a new tattoo that says:
"When I die, send the body to heaven.
Lost the rest at land's edge."