Doug and the Slugs Cognac and Bologna Advise To A Friend Three false starts and a deck of marked cards Well I confess, ain't the way to begin This slip of tongue, just the habit of a lifetime Barometer of where I've been A mystic in a crushed velvet suit A gigolo in jackboots Bystander in a crowded room This concrete-bunker heart was an empty tomb But her foreign accents seduced all those steely fingers holding me back Her whispered tales of basement passion That melting pot! Oh, the die was cast There was sweat on her face Trembling hands trying to trace The power I felt in a one-on-one Surprisingly enought I felt no urge to run Sometimes it can be so hard Most times it'll turn you cold So I can understand what you feel You've got something to protect At the same time your're wondering If the move you finally made is worth what you get Well I don't know... I would never take my own advice But for what it's worth let me throw it your way You can always keep on winning but all you've got are penny-ante stakes When it comes to how you feel Being four-fifths what you steal When your cover's finally blown You'd better make up your mind, or you're on your own Sometimes it can be so hard Most times it'll turn you cold It's gonna turn you cold Don't let it turn you cold