Me And Lazarus Lyrics

Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out Black bare linens blowing 'round Back and forth and up and down Guess I had nowhere else to go
Me and Lazarus kept bailing out that riverboat Floating by the Quiet Rose Bobbing in the ebb and flow 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 Whoa, oh
Me and Lazarus, we flitter with a baby spoon We were flowing through the room Waterlogged and way too soon Guess I had nowhere else to go
Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues Handmade towels and Sunday shoes Never made the local news Guess I had nowhere else to go
And I'm a liberated loser that can roam But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole A couple second chances surely would console me Whoa, whoa