Letra da Música Eggs On Plate de The Stooges

Oh Lord
I got eggs on my plate
I got 'em
Damn right
I got four walls
I live here
Hell
I live here

Now this big Jew man uptown
He told me one day
He said hey boy
You look at that house
On the hill?
That cost a hundred thousand dollars
You could be up there
You know what?
I'll put you on the hit parade
Everybody will know your name
Iggy

But man
Hey Solomon
Who does my name belong to then?
What have I got?
Four walls
What have I got?
Four walls
I thank you Lord
I thank you Lord above
This orange carpet and the ceiling
I love it
I love this orange carpet
And the ceiling above it
Who left Murph the Surf
On my ceiling?
Iggy

Now here we go boys
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Four walls
Four walls

Here I go
I'm looking for love again
I'm looking for love
I'm runnin’ from friend to friend
I'm lookin' for love in the wine
I'm lookin' for love
In anybody I can find
Thank you God
For these four walls I love
But are they secure?
Hey God!
Are you above?

Then tell me
Who left that fucking door
Half open?
Oh Lord
I got somethin'
I'll tell you that
I got
Boys I got this
Four walls
Three walls, two walls
Four walls
But they can't talk
Four walls
But they
Can't talk
Four walls
But they
Can't talk
Four walls
But if they could talk
What would they say?
They'd say hey
Nash the Slash
Why did you leave
Your sticker on my
Forty-two dollar
And fifty cent suite
In James Dean's head bed?