The Jazz Butcher Conspiracy – Letras de Whaddya?

Whaddya think I'm standing here for?
Whaddya think, I'm mad or what?
Whaddya think I'm doing at the movies?
Echo Park looked fine
But I didn't go for the plot.

God given rights
For white midwestern rock-boys.
Visibly lost in the Ski Room
And dreaming of you.
You know I'd cross the world right now
If you called me.
I don't know what to call it
But I guess you do.
And of course I have to.

Whaddya think I'm standing here for?

You could be there when I get
Where I'm going this evening.
Or you could be in heaven
You could be anyplace at all.
You could be the one to push me
To heresy, you could have
Pale blue eyes.
You could be the one
To make me fall in love.
And of course you were.
And of course I have to.

Whaddya think I'm standing here for?

She said:
"No one ever had an angel like you
No one ever had an angel like you
No one ever had an angel like you
No one ever had an angel like you"

Of course you do.

And you can't see the towers
For the dinosaur remains
And nobody's safe on the roads
When it rains
And I would let the handrail go
If I thought anything could catch my fall.

Whaddya think I'm standing here for?
Oh and I would let the handrail go
If I thought anything could catch my fall.
Whaddya think I'm standing here for?

She said: "No one"