Letras
Me and Lazarus, we shoveled all the ashes out
Black bed linens blowing 'round
Back and forth and up and down
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa
Guess I had nowhere else to go
Me and Lazarus kept bailing out that riverboat
Floating by the quiet roads
Bobbing in the ebb and flow
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa
Guess I had nowhere else to go
And I'm emancipated punk and he can dance
He's got a hole in the pocket of his pants
Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa
Me and Lazarus, we fed him with a baby spoon
Fever flowing through the room
Far too long and way too soon
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa
Guess I had nowhere else to go
Me and Lazarus, we picked up papa's white-boy blues
His hand-me-downs and Sunday shoes
Never made the local news
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa
Guess I had nowhere else to go
And I'm a liberated loser back in Rome
But where my pocket was, I'm peeking through a hole
A couple second chances surely would console me
Whoa oh whoa oh whoa