On the corner of Bourbon & Division 

Crawling down the crooked streets at dawn

She said: don't come back, all is not forgiven 

So you fall inside a bottle and a song 

Splinters of thought dropping slowly 

Snapping like branches in the wind 

So you light a dog-end smoke 

And you're laughing as you choke 

And you give the wheel of fortune one more spin 

 

Do you remember what you came here for? 

Her words of wisdom scratched into the door 

You can almost taste the emptiness 

Hung inside her tallow dress 

Can the darkness be as empty as it seems 

When the factories of night hum with their dreams? 

And you watch a skinny dog cut across that dusty lot 

Like the surface of the moon 

 

In the decompression chamber 

Cooling in the conversation pit 

Sleeping underneath yesterday's papers 

And pretending the tsunami hasn't hit 

Friday was the crucifixion 

Saturday cremation under glass 

The Resurrection was on Sunday 

No, correction, make it Monday 

'Cause Monday's when they come to take the trash 

 

Do you remember what you came here for? 

Her words of wisdom cut into the door 

You can almost taste the emptiness 

Hung inside her tallow dress 

Can the darkness be as empty as it seems 

When the factories of night hum with their dreams? 

And you watch a skinny dog cut across that dusty lot 

Like the surface of the moon