In a Big City

I grew up on one side of the river

I was a disturbed, dangerous drifter

Moved over to the other side of the river

Now i'm a drop in a deluge of hipsters

Something a guy from the first side said:

"to die in a cipher, city to a cinder”

Male or female, beggars still the only ones calling me “mister”

And some of my dreams are coming true

And some of the smoke from the other room is seeping through

And some other ghost in another tomb is screaming too

Black hole, open up wide

Your lost son is coming inside

Spaceship? or a lifeboat?

Put me out, coach, i'm ready to float

Who would fardels bear to grunt and sweat

'neath a life that was so mundane?

And what would you expect from a guy like me

On a day such as monday

When i know life begins at the moment

Of consumption?

So taxing on the dollars and the sense

Of deduction

And every cent i ever earned i spent

And i would again

It's easy turning me on

I'm nearly a robot

I've been building bombs

Bombs between beers and blowjobs

Lifeless automaton, feeling like a ghost

I don't know much but i know which side's buttered on my toast

From jersey i come, but i pump my own gas

I'm a dirty bum, but i wipe my own ass

If you're chasing any other kind of currency, son

You're really doing little more than twiddling your thumbs