Mrs. Jones (Live at the Doornroosje, Nijmegen, Holland, November 24, 1991) lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm sorry, sorry
I shouldn't have— I got a bad eye
I, I should've looked at it
Go, go away, go away
The sugar star and the, the sugar star
And the, the abortionist I hate
You want her on the bed
With her legs wide open and her eyes all spread

[Chorus]
Sky's a narcotic with blackjack bones, oh
Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones
My virus and it's breaking bones, oh
Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones

[Verse 2]
Sorry man, I've gotta—
I've got it slimming
f*cking ran away with my abortionist
My little eye blacked with all the jizz
And the knife thеy used to gut my face in
It's been out stabbing baby, baby angels, and
Smilе, it tells the truth
It tells the truth, it tells the truth
It tells the truth, woah!
[Chorus]
The sky's a narcotic with blackjack bones, oh
Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones
Cry me a river but just take me home, please
Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones

[Interlude]
I will follow you down the sick drain
When I lean on, on the sink
Don't worry, don't worry
Don't worry, baby
You will, you will never stink so bad
Whoa!

[Verse 3]
Sorry man, I'm sorry
I shouldn't have looked at it
I shouldn't have looked at it, yeah
You're a night blooming sickle cell
You're a night blooming sickle cell, yeah
I ran away, I ran away
Look into the bloodroot, you suicide b*tch
It takes an hour like you to make me wanna live
I'm sorry, man, he tells truth
He tells truth, woah!
[Chorus]
The sky's a narcotic with blackjack bones, oh
Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones, please
Cute little doggie won't leave me alone, oh
Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones
My virus is raging, it's breaking my bones, oh
Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones, ah
Cry me a river, baby, just take me home, oh
Mrs. Jones, please, Mrs. Jones

[Post-Chorus]
Sister Ectoplasm, she's incredulous
Just like a pro, she takes off her dress
And she kicks you down in her snow-white pumps
Just remember, it was me who found the lump
sh*t... sh*t!
[Non-lyrical Vocals]
sh*t...
Don't choke on the poison you're swilling
Show me the invisible hole that you're filling
Don't choke on the poison you're swilling
And just remember
You can't rape the willing
No! My God!
My God! My God...
My God... My God...
My God!
[Spoken Outro]
Hundred and fifty marks. Who's that? Okay. Thank you very much. We're from Los Angeles, California. We hate it. We're The Red Hot Chili Peppers. We're The Smashing Pumpkins