The House that Jack Kerouac Built - The Go-Betweens

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