Behold the Motherlode

The mysteries of bliss are closed to my eyes, shadows Under my skin too deep to divine, dust to dust I do What I must, I was born for better but you know I feel lost. Eight months four homes bad in my bones See me on the subway train riding through the zones Be a runaway but there's no place better Then where you've been Behold the motherlode - and this is my road Behold the motherlode - and this is my road I'm looking from a building that the bombs missed Call this a home I call it an edifice - it's time to Throw a stone through a stained glass window Time to steal a tip from the next door table Love thy neighbour steal their cortina - do as I do when Times get leaner. Tearing out a stereo everytime The sun sets, wearing out the clothes you stole dancing To the tape deck; live it like the last days, park it In the fast lane - every night in your skull drums Like a freight train - open up the seasons, carve Yourself an Eden, live it how you like - never give a reason Behold the motherlode - and this is my road Behold the motherlode - and this is my road May you not remember may you never need regret May every sunrise find you in another's bed May every passing day let you get your own way May you score what you came for - never miss an encore Get on the guest list - get through the front door May your enemies be fewer May your substances be pure Behold the motherlode - and this is my road Behold the motherlode - and this is my road All I want is the usual miracle A touch of the physical A shot of the spiritual