Me and Lazarus

Me and Lazarus, we shoveled all the ashes out

Black bed linens blowing round

Back and forth, and up, and down, oh-whoa, whoa

Guess I had nowhere else to go

Me and Lazarus kept bailing out that riverboat

Floating by the quiet rows

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, whoa

Me and Lazarus, we fed her 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 picked up papa's white boy blues?

Hand-me-downs and Sunday shoes

Never made the local news, oh-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, whoa