Me And Lazarus

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