Lyric The House Jack Kerouac Built

You and I together, with nothing showing at all,
In a darkened cinema, I ll give you pleasure in the stalls.
Want to give you tenderness, and my affection too.
If it s through clenched teeth, that s what you driven me
to

I want us to be lovers
I want us to be friends
Want it like; it s the living end.
Keep me away from her.

With your kittens. on the patchwork quilt,
Oh no, what am I doing here, in the house Jack Kerouac built.
There s white magic, and bad rock n roll,
Your friend there says, he s the gatekeeper to my soul.
The velvet curtains
The Chinese bell
With friends like these; you re damned as well.
Keep me away from her.

Shake off your despondency, and your country girl act.
You are reading me poetry, that s Irish, and so black.
I know you re warm, the warmest person alive,
But are you warm, deep down inside?
I want us to be lovers
I want us to be friends
Want it like; the world crumbles and then it ends.
Keep me away from her.

Baby, I m lonely.
You re on the road with a bad crowd.