Me and lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out
Black bare linens blowing around
Back and forth and up and down
Oh, oh, whoa
Guess i had nowhere else to go
Me and lazarus kept bailing on that riverboat
Floating by the choir rose
Bobbing in the ebb and flow
Whoa, whoa, whoa
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, whoa, whoa
Me and lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon
Fever flowing through the room
Far too long and way too soon
Oh, whoa, whoa
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
Whoa, whoa, whoa
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, whoa
