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