Philadelphia

Magazine

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