Primitive Radio Gods - Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money.. Lyrics
Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleepMoonlight spills on comic booksAnd superstars in magazinesAn old friend calls and tells us where to meetHer plane takes off from BaltimoreAnd touches down on Bourbon StreetWe sit outside and argue all night longAbout a god we've never seenBut never fails to side with meSunday comes and all the papers sayMa Teresa's joined the mobAnd happy with her full time jobDo do do do doo doAm I alive or thoughts that drift away?Does summer come for everyone?Can humans do as prophets say?And if I die before I learn to speakCan money pay for all the days I lived awakeBut half asleep?Do do do do doo do x 2A life is time, they teach us growing upThe seconds ticking killed us allA million years before the fallYou ride the waves and don't ask where they goYou swim like lions through the crestAnd bathe yourself on zebra fleshI've been downhearted baby,I've been downhearted baby,Ever since the day we met(repeat)