Black bare linens blowing 'round
Back and forth and up and down
Oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go
Me and Lazarus kept bailing on the riverboat
Floating by the choir rose
Bobbing in the ebb and flow
Oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go
He's an emancipated punk and he can dance
But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants
Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances
Woah
Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon
Fever flowing through the room
Far too long and way too soon
Oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go
Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues
Hand-me downs and Sunday shoes
Never made the local news
Oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go
And I'm a liberated loser that can roll
But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole
A couple second-chances surely would console me
Woah
Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out Black bare linens blowing 'round Back and forth and up and down Oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go Me and Lazarus kept bailing on the riverboat Floating by the choir rose Bobbing in the ebb and flow Oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go He's an emancipated punk and he can dance But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances Woah Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon Fever flowing through the room Far too long and way too soon Oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues Hand-me downs and Sunday shoes Never made the local news Oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go And I'm a liberated loser that can roll But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole A couple second-chances surely would console me Woah Explain Request ×
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