Down And Out In The Bold New City Of The South

I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows

Watchin' you kiss the screen

Lovin' them, like i hope they love me

I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I'm sneakin' out, peakin' inside your homes

Watchin' you, watch them split they seams

Lovin' them, like i hope they love me

I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows

Watchin' you kiss the screen

Lovin' them, like i hope they love me

I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I'm sneakin' out, peepin' in your homes

Watchin' you, watch them split they seams

Lovin' them, like i hope they love me

It's the return of the ghost, the raising of the dead

And the cloning approach shadows stick the foot of your bed

With windy notes, so fog the window with breath

I drag my footprints through your grass and all across your garden

I never know just what's to be said

It's so close to the wall, the cars will get hit

So spell it out in the fog in the window pane

Written backwards at your expense for everyone else's gain

It's hard tonight but it's comin' in clear

You called 'em right? they comin' here

They got the couch and he's got the chair

I got the flower beds, some sweaty palms, a couple dumb ideas

Praying hearts stuck in discovery's fears

I've been alive in little bursts

It's the little bits of life that hurt

The way to write's been across the dirt

The sunpots seen behind you work

The ball of kindness is shipping the bird

Toss in smiling, call him first

It covers up the best and hurts the worst

The freckles are suddenly painted across your shoulder blades

The biggest hit to come across the space

The calling and the fall of all who wait

The fingerprints and window glass

The funny women's superstitious afraid of cats

Dumbest feeling, the embarrassment that puts us on our ass

Looking back, then moving on

The stupid songs, the foolish ones

Reminds the signs the brightest lies

The broadway clip that turns the gate

Broke hold but don't get close kids

Turns out it's understood, it's time to miss

I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows

Watchin' you kiss the screen

Lovin' you, like i hope you love me

I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I'm sneakin' out, peakin' inside your homes

Watchin' you, watch them split they seams

Lovin' them, like i hope they love me

I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows

I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows

I'm calling out to all the famous clowns and bums

I'm sneakin' out, peakin' in your windows

Watchin' you, watch them split they seams

Lovin' them, like i hope they love me

The sun came in over on the building

Rich and 56 feet below, a domincan charges path to death run pain stained block

While the chief turns on his radio and cracks his steel reserve

I wonder how many of last night's lovers double parked

This city swallows men

He tells me tales of places that he ran, eventually ran from

Never to return again

It's funny in luck and love

You can never remember the moment that you fell in

Or recall when you fell out of touch

The city's hushed, keepin' it's secrets

The sunshine is gliding, riding, hiding wrinkles and creases, beautiful features

Chipped, cracked, crippled and weakened

Tragic pageant queen bleeds soft focus, keepin' her even

The city's breathing, feel it coming awake

Every explanation creates a gray across the sky scrape

Like the sky's a looking glass and the fog, the dirty breath left

We can etch our dreams and wipe it clean before they see

It's city's rushing, picking up a bitter steam

The chief's beat his shift till first sip

A malt liquor will bleed to lips

He flips a small piece of shit

Driver's license, a money clip

And showing off everything equipped

With a face like, "look what i did..."

City's up in arms, the chief is ravin'

Sick of taxes, sick of workin'

Sick of waitin', sick and tired of what the city's facin'

Enlisting ladies chased from the bottom of his history's basement

A tomb of her own, a room caked in cobwebs, odd and ends, some vases

This city's built ahead of steam, the river shivers steadily

The poison boilin' up from beneath the lies and memories

I spent the last three months in shambles

Drunk on clouds and syphoned stars

I shook at palm left-handed

Those offered inside the back of a bar

Woke in a party with streamers tossed inside my hair

My head's been ringin' loud

A cigarette burns out inside my left hand

And dust the cane and bottle cacophony off of me standing

And blow a kiss to my chair

Unlock the deadbolt baby, i'm comin' home

Or you'll never see m face around here

You'll never see m face around here

You'll never see m face again

The patient changes and takes his place

Now i need strength now that all my rap friends have settled down

Fingertips and sand pockets put a stone in and

All i can come up with the same news is bad news from this old town

It's all i have if it wasn't for a piece of rotten luck

You don't the right to pay for my kisses and backwater dreams

So, sneakin' my hands across your shoulder blades

Won't you fall into my arms and fall into the eaves

Won't you fall asleep while the city grinds its teeth

Do the bottle race, hold me fast, boot strap

The moves are holding us to the earth

With your eyes shut tight, anyone can be king

We're in projectors, steal concesssions, like the picture was blurred

We face the days that we can't see, we run and we fall

We hate this place, but we can't leave, so what do we call it

Now it's cornered by the cat's calls and situated walls

And the error message says, "you son of a bitch. you hated in love?"

Facing the sun centers away from a soft shoe, dreams of tap dance

Hangover a headache aversion to civility, turning to beach

Arm in arm over an old flame before the kids kiss in

Gasoline tombs and cocaine

I know it's slow, james, strips malls insane

With a fresh coat of paint and more fucking fast food chains

That's okay, my feet are still fine

But since burning, learning i can still see in the sky

Leaving me blind, staggering from the scene to the street

Leavin' the east to feed the machine and leave us in peace

Soon as they receive their load, sing a song of st. johns

And sail alone around the rest of the globe

And sail alone doing knight rider past your house

Start laughing about driving dragons and passing out

Private pageants cash and clowns, bursts of laughing out

Down and out in the bold new city of the south