Me And Lazarus (Live)

Me and Lazarus, we shoveled all the ashes out
Black bear linens blowing 'round
Back and forth and up and down, whoa-whoa-oh
Guess I had nowhere else to go

Me and Lazarus kept bailing out that river boat
Floating by the quiet rows
Bobbing in the ebb and flow, whoa-whoa-oh
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 our standin' circumstances, whoa-whoa-oh

Me and Lazarus, we fed her with a baby spoon
Fever flowin' through the room
Far too long and way too soon, whoa-whoa-oh
Guess I had nowhere else to go, whoa-oh, whoa-oh

Me and Lazarus, we picked up papa's white boy blues
Hand-made thousand Sunday shoes
Never made the local news, whoa-whoa-oh
Guess I had nowhere else to go

And I'm a liberated loser that can roam
But where pocket was I'm peeking through a hole
A couple second chances surely would console me, whoa-whoa-oh