Magazine - Philadelphia текст песни

Your clean-living, clear-eyed

Clever, level-headed brother says

Hell put all the screws

Upon your newest lover

Buddhas in the fireplace

The truths in drugs from outer space

Maybe its right to be nervous now

Who are these madmen!

What do they want from me!

With all of their straight-talk from their misery

Everythingd be just fine

If I had the right pastime

Idve been raskolnikov

But mother nature ripped me off

In philadelphia

Im sure that I felt healthier

Maybe its right to be nervous now

I had liberty of movement

But Im so lazy

Im so lazy

Im just so lazy

Youre just a big kid

Youre not so big at that

You never got the hang of it

Now youre being looked at

Where have I seen you before!

same place you saw me, I expect

Ive got a good face for memories

In philadelphia

Im sure that I felt healthier

Maybe its right to be nervous now