I grew up on one side of the river
I was a disturbed, dangerous drifter
moved over to the other side of the river
now I'm a drop in a deluge of hipsters
something a guy from the first side said:
"to die in a cipher, city to a cinder"
male or female, beggars still the only ones calling me "Mister"
and some of my dreams are coming true
and some of the smoke from the other room is seeping through
and some other ghost in another tomb is screaming too
black hole, open up wide
your lost son is coming inside
s***eship? Or a lifeboat?
Put me out, coach, I'm ready to float
who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat
'neath a life that was so mundane?
And what would you expect from a guy like me
on a day such as Monday
when I know life begins at the moment
of consumption?
So taxing on the dollars and the sense
of deduction
And every cent I ever earned I spent
and I would again
It's easy turning me on
I'm nearly a robot
I've been building bombs
bombs between beers and b*******
lifeless automaton, feeling like a ghost
I don't know much but I know which side's b***ered on my toast
From Jersey I come, but I pump my own gas
I'm a dirty b**, but I wipe my own a**
If you're chasing any other kind of currency, son
you're really doing little more than twiddling your thumbs
I was a disturbed, dangerous drifter
moved over to the other side of the river
now I'm a drop in a deluge of hipsters
something a guy from the first side said:
"to die in a cipher, city to a cinder"
male or female, beggars still the only ones calling me "Mister"
and some of my dreams are coming true
and some of the smoke from the other room is seeping through
and some other ghost in another tomb is screaming too
black hole, open up wide
your lost son is coming inside
s***eship? Or a lifeboat?
Put me out, coach, I'm ready to float
who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat
'neath a life that was so mundane?
And what would you expect from a guy like me
on a day such as Monday
when I know life begins at the moment
of consumption?
So taxing on the dollars and the sense
of deduction
And every cent I ever earned I spent
and I would again
It's easy turning me on
I'm nearly a robot
I've been building bombs
bombs between beers and b*******
lifeless automaton, feeling like a ghost
I don't know much but I know which side's b***ered on my toast
From Jersey I come, but I pump my own gas
I'm a dirty b**, but I wipe my own a**
If you're chasing any other kind of currency, son
you're really doing little more than twiddling your thumbs