Me and Lazarus, we shoveled all the ashes out
Black bear linens blowing 'round
Back and forth and up and down
Guess I had nowhere else to go
Me and Lazarus kept bailing out that river boat
Floating by the quiet rows
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 our standin' circumstances
Me and Lazarus, we fed her with a baby spoon
Fever flowin' through the room
Far too long and way too soon
Guess I had nowhere else to go
Me and Lazarus, we picked up papa's ---------- boots(?)
Hand-made thousand Sunday shoes
Never made the local news
Guess I had nowhere else to go
And I'm a liberated loser that can roam
But where pocket was I'm peeking through a hole
A couple second chances surely would console me
