Steven you know my generation's lot's the mess that yours left after
Steven I've been back to Chicago two times since the laughing gas disaster
To feel the newfound menace in those brick walls that now seethe
The Madhouse organist would not see me, just went upstairs and screamed through my teeth!
Midwest punctuality starts at fourteen and ends at the Edens
So I was on my third beer as the trumpets tuned their bell impedance
She burst in with her painted troupe but not her jealous lover
To say nothing of her husband whom she fought just like a brother, I say
Every time I've seen you since the summer of oh-five
You just reminded me how you don't exist and left me on the stairs for alive
We rode up to the west side, bidons full of makeshift absinthe
Her, her husband, and her lover, me and Bill broke off to go fish
On return my friend at the organ was about at breakdown tempo
My companions drunk as I was with their tensions in crescendo
The hygienist did her duty with her stiff grey scrubs and picks
Then the floor cleared for the dentist, her long coat gleaming white with a smudge of red lipstick!
On the lapel!
(instrumental bit to break up the wordiness)
A jar of tonsils left along the Wood Street underpass
We should all stay on the west coast where we all know that we're never gonna last
The calls came in collect for me, I never could refuse them
She saw my good nature and my lack and only once confused them
Oh that's just my self-delusion, she was always gonna make it
That's why she can tease my injury while I just beg to fake it, you know
Every time I see you, since the summer of oh-five
You just remind me how you don't exist and leave me for alive!
On the stairs!