Lucky Street Lazarus

Ah, here we go again You're down off your cross You walk out of the rain in Lucky Street Just like you're Lazarus But it ain't no miracle No, it ain't to hard to see Behind the curtain of this two bit sleight of hand You're tryin'; to pull on me 'Cause you've become a lying, cheating, fire-breathing Long, cool, drink of remorse All the bruises and the stitches, zombies and the witches Have all become a matter of course When you ride in on the darkest horse Where do you get off? Why do you go on? Wasting all my time shooting your mouth off Just like a Tommy gun Every other hour of every single day Why do you take it out and wave it around Just to put it away? 'Cause even when we lie in the gutter We stammer and we stutter But some of us are looking for stars While you lay there bleeding, bottom-feeding Listening for the police cars Ah, the sky is clear and it can't help but mirror The blackness in your white-trash heart Such a fine night for shooting stars It's a fine night for stealing cars Ah huh, you've been away too long And now, you wanna come back home Well, not on your life... over my grave The tip of the ice, the edge of the knife Till the end of my days Here we go again.