Me and Lazarus, we shoveled all the ashes out
Black bed linens blowing around
Back and forth and up and down
Guess I had nowhere else to go
Me and Lazarus kept bailing out that riverboat
Floating by the choir robes
Bobbing in the ebb and flow
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
Me and Lazarus, fed her with a baby spoon
Fever flowing through the room
Far too long and way too soon
Guess I had nowhere else to go
Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues
Hand-me-downs and Sunday shoes
But never made the local news
Guess I had nowhere else to go
And I'm a liberated loser that can roll
But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole
A couple second chances surely would console me
Whoa, whoa, whoa
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