Jiminy

Get lost in the dead of the night

Where once I lived on Grand Street

Death from chucks and bones cuts wide

New Brooklyn bows before me

Soak it all in, let it run deep

Glory and delusion

I can picture us waltzing the ruins

Of this wilted grey contusion

Sometimes when she's far and I'm drunk

I clutch her like a compass

Never thought of being anything but

Exotic and self-conscious

Some aim to guide your hand

Pull out of the socket

I'm the cookie that lets you burn

Smolder in your pocket

You're in my spine, I saw you there

To keep me warm in frigid air

You're in my smack, you're in my veins

Free the Jew they kept in chains

I'm not confused with all you are

I'll always be a bastard star

You're in my heart

(You're in my heart, you're in my heart, you're in my heart)

You're in my heart

Could it be in our rank of shame

That we're clutching the same number

Don't you ever pretend to smile

And find you've actually done it

Now you're informed

We kinda run it

And that's just fine

Plummet feet first into acid washed entitlement

You might just find a socialist

Feeding off the fumes of an aging pop punk vocalist

So destroy our LP

If you know what's good for me

So destroy our first LP

You're in my spine, I saw you there

To keep me warm in frigid air

You're in my smack, you're in my veins

Free the Jew they kept in chains

I'm not confused with all you are

I'll always be a bastard star

You're in my heart

(You're in my heart, you're in my heart, you're in my heart)

You're in my heart