She said she didn't know what I wanted from her
I said "That makes two of us" with a smile
So she hopped a Greyhound back to Illinois
And her tears clicked off the miles
5th Street ain't no kind of place for a child to roam
But I'm not a kid anymore, am I?
I try to remember the implosive feeling of youth
But memory's truth is a lie
The Man in the Moon mocks me with his smile
Want to knock his teeth straight down his throat
I howl at him in a language learned wild
While this Benzedrine slowly makes me choke
This Thunderbird's the only wine that comes close to being holy
But it feels like fire, don't you know?
Baptized by an old junkie down back of the alley
Who calls me "Son" before he goes
Lie back in a gutter with the Genius of Rain
While I laugh with a memory made of smoke
Give laments for a wet dream I had about New Orleans
Give praise for no punchline to His joke
And the people some call "lowlife" are high class to me now
I'd journey back to the world, but I can't remember how
The Man in the Moon mocks me with his smile
Want to knock his teeth straight down his throat
I howl at him in a language learned wild
While this Benzedrine slowly makes me choke
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She said she didn't know what I wanted from her
I said "That makes two of us" with a smile
So she hopped a Greyhound back to Illinois
And her tears clicked off the miles
5th Street ain't no kind of place for a child to roam
But I'm not a kid anymore, am I?
I try to remember the implosive feeling of youth
But memory's truth is a lie
The Man in the Moon mocks me with his smile
Want to knock his teeth straight down his throat
I howl at him in a language learned wild
While this Benzedrine slowly makes me choke
This Thunderbird's the only wine that comes close to being holy
But it feels like fire, don't you know?
Baptized by an old junkie down back of the alley
Who calls me "Son" before he goes
Lie back in a gutter with the Genius of Rain
While I laugh with a memory made of smoke
Give laments for a wet dream I had about New Orleans
Give praise for no punchline to His joke
And the people some call "lowlife" are high class to me now
I'd journey back to the world, but I can't remember how
The Man in the Moon mocks me with his smile
Want to knock his teeth straight down his throat
I howl at him in a language learned wild
While this Benzedrine slowly makes me choke
I said "That makes two of us" with a smile
So she hopped a Greyhound back to Illinois
And her tears clicked off the miles
5th Street ain't no kind of place for a child to roam
But I'm not a kid anymore, am I?
I try to remember the implosive feeling of youth
But memory's truth is a lie
The Man in the Moon mocks me with his smile
Want to knock his teeth straight down his throat
I howl at him in a language learned wild
While this Benzedrine slowly makes me choke
This Thunderbird's the only wine that comes close to being holy
But it feels like fire, don't you know?
Baptized by an old junkie down back of the alley
Who calls me "Son" before he goes
Lie back in a gutter with the Genius of Rain
While I laugh with a memory made of smoke
Give laments for a wet dream I had about New Orleans
Give praise for no punchline to His joke
And the people some call "lowlife" are high class to me now
I'd journey back to the world, but I can't remember how
The Man in the Moon mocks me with his smile
Want to knock his teeth straight down his throat
I howl at him in a language learned wild
While this Benzedrine slowly makes me choke
Writer: Eric Jordan
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid