We were stumblin' around the lower east side of Manhattan
When a crust punk came up to me and asked to bum a cigarette
I said, “Hey man, you've gotta be kidding me”
And then he smiled back and called me a yuppie
All I ever wanted was a shot in the arm
Or a kick in the a** to keep in time
To pick myself up and jump in line
Like a white elephant into the setting sun
I can't seem to see my reflection
In the cars that pa** in similar directions
I try to clear my head
A slow march to the end
They all stare at the abyss
Just bags of blood and dust and fear
Side by side in a transit hearse
Waiting for the dark to swallow us
Sometimes I sit and wonder if I'm the only one that's tired
Slave away our days
We're all going the same way
They all stare at the abyss
Just bags of blood and dust and fear
Side by side in a transit hearse
Waiting for the dark to swallow us
Sometimes I sit and wonder if I'm the only one that's tired
Slave away our days
We're all going the same way