Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out
Black bare linens blowing 'round
Back and forth and up and down

oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

Me and Lazarus kept bailing on the riverboat

Floating by the choir rose
Bobbing in the ebb and flow
oh oh woah, 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
Woah


Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon
Fever flowing through the room
Far too long and way too soon

oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go

Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues

Hand-me downs and Sunday shoes
Never made the local news
oh oh woah, 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
Woah