Philadelphia

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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