Karaoké Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand Primitive Radio Gods

Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep

Moonlight spills on comic books and superstars in magazines

An old friend calls and tells us where to meet

Her plane takes off from Baltimore and touches down on Bourbon Street

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We sit outside and argue all night long about a God we've never seen but never fails to side with me

Sunday comes and all the papers say

Ma Teresa's joined the mob and happy with her full time job

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Am I alive or thoughts that drift away

Does summer come for everyone

Can humans do what prophets say

If I die before I learn to speak can money pay for all the days

I lived awake but half asleep

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A life is time they teach you growin' up

The seconds tickin' killed us all a million years before the fall

You ride the waves and don't ask where they go

You swim like lions through the crest and bathe yourself on zebra flesh

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I've been downhearted baby

I've been downhearted baby ever since the day we met

Ever since the day we met