I've been walking the streets all day till long gone sunset, I felt the devil flap his wings on Pilgrim Hill,
There's dead flowers in cellophane stacked up on the pavement
And all my heart's voices are counting off the choices I didn't make,
All the chances I didn't take.
There's a song in my head, something ancient by some one-hit wonder,
I find a bench in the park and feed the pigeons my stale cheeseburger,
I stop and listen to a busker murder "Halellujah" --- man you should've heard her ---
I saw two dead foxes by the hotdog-stand, the sky's the colour of a milkshake and the hip-flask in my hand
ran out an hour ago ................
I called by to see Joe at the infirmary, took him an old NME from the glam-rock days,
But the ghost propped up on pillows must be just Joe's shadow,
And there's no way back to any safe place
And I'm twirling in deep s***e alone,
Like that song said: No direction home.....
So I kill some time in a second-hand bookstore
Run by this albino guy with a head shaped like a Hallowe'en pumpkin.
I stand at the window watching the wind rolling a c**e can.
I came across this postcard --- I slipped it in my bag ---
Of a squad of GIs raising that Iwo Jima flag.
But I left it lying in some bar ......
There's dead flowers in cellophane stacked up on the pavement
And all my heart's voices are counting off the choices I didn't make,
All the chances I didn't take.
There's a song in my head, something ancient by some one-hit wonder,
I find a bench in the park and feed the pigeons my stale cheeseburger,
I stop and listen to a busker murder "Halellujah" --- man you should've heard her ---
I saw two dead foxes by the hotdog-stand, the sky's the colour of a milkshake and the hip-flask in my hand
ran out an hour ago ................
I called by to see Joe at the infirmary, took him an old NME from the glam-rock days,
But the ghost propped up on pillows must be just Joe's shadow,
And there's no way back to any safe place
And I'm twirling in deep s***e alone,
Like that song said: No direction home.....
So I kill some time in a second-hand bookstore
Run by this albino guy with a head shaped like a Hallowe'en pumpkin.
I stand at the window watching the wind rolling a c**e can.
I came across this postcard --- I slipped it in my bag ---
Of a squad of GIs raising that Iwo Jima flag.
But I left it lying in some bar ......