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Magazine - Philadelphia lyrics
Your clean-living, clear-eyed clever, level-headed brother says he'll put all the screws upon your newest lover Buddha's in the fireplace the truth's in drugs from Outer Space maybe it's right to be nervous now Who are these madmen! what do they want from me! with all of their straight-talk from their misery Everything'd be just fine if I had the right pastime I'd've been Raskolnikov but Mother Nature ripped me off in Philadelphia I'm sure that I felt healthier maybe it's right to be nervous now I had liberty of movement but I'm so lazy I'm so lazy I'm just so lazy You're just a big kid you're not so big at that you never got the hang of it now you're being looked at Where have I seen you before! 'Same place you saw me, I expect I've got a good face for memories' in Philadelphia I'm sure that I felt healthier maybe it's right to be nervous now |
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