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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
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
Do do do do doo do
Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do as prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?
Do do do do doo do
A life is time, they teach us growing up
The seconds ticking 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
I've been downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted baby,
Ever since the day we met
I had a brother once
he drowned in a bathtub before he had ever learned how to talk
and I don’t know what his name was but my mother does
I heard her say it once, padriac my prince I have all but died from the
sheer weight of my shame. You cried but no one came and the water filled your
tiny lungs. Appear, my dear, and cry for me. It was six years ago today that
I laid you in your grave, your sweet young skin was shining then too.
and so tonight to celebrate I will poison myself.
another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning.
So I close the door and I rest my head on the tile floor,
sickness and sleep turning me cold.
And I am still not sure, is there some better place i could be heading towards?
Where the selfishly sick and self absorbed are welcome.
I saw the future once.
I was drunk in a phone booth.
My eyes were wet and red but I could not tell what was said
and through the screams of the traffic voices carried saying
I am sorry
on a day so gray its black inside
watching churches on tv
in a coma you don’t dream you just hope that someone sits with you
babies turn blue when they are ignored like the sky on summer days
before you turn and walk away it has changed you
so tonight to compensate I will poison myself
another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning.
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
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
Do do do do doo do
Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do as prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?
Do do do do doo do
A life is time, they teach us growing up
The seconds ticking 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
I've been downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted baby,
Ever since the day we met
I had a brother once
he drowned in a bathtub before he had ever learned how to talk
and I don’t know what his name was but my mother does
I heard her say it once, padriac my prince I have all but died from the
sheer weight of my shame. You cried but no one came and the water filled your
tiny lungs. Appear, my dear, and cry for me. It was six years ago today that
I laid you in your grave, your sweet young skin was shining then too.
and so tonight to celebrate I will poison myself.
another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning.
So I close the door and I rest my head on the tile floor,
sickness and sleep turning me cold.
And I am still not sure, is there some better place i could be heading towards?
Where the selfishly sick and self absorbed are welcome.
I saw the future once.
I was drunk in a phone booth.
My eyes were wet and red but I could not tell what was said
and through the screams of the traffic voices carried saying
I am sorry
on a day so gray its black inside
watching churches on tv
in a coma you don’t dream you just hope that someone sits with you
babies turn blue when they are ignored like the sky on summer days
before you turn and walk away it has changed you
so tonight to compensate I will poison myself
another coughing, shaking fit in a bathroom that is spinning.