Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth With Money in My Hand

【by Primitive Radio Gods】


Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon street

We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job

Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets say?
If I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?

A life is time, they teach you growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself in zebra flesh

I've been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met

狼 來了的故事從小就不置可否。世上真有非破不可的謊言？世上真的永遠沒有秘密？所謂的天網恢恢疏而不漏也許只是一般論。其實，有時候有些真相，只須要我本人 與造物者知道就是了。嗯，既然有造物者的監製著，說謊的規條就是不可捐人、害人、殺人...... 所以，長舌婦與偽君子都不得好死。