David Byrne & Brian Eno - Poor Boy lyrics

A truck parked this morning, outside the grocery store Friends face the future, they're wearin' summer clothes Great cosmic forces, like fallin' dominoes I love talking funny, it's the only song I know Sweet smart and s**y, the day my life began Burnt out and damaged, I dragged my body home This slice is runny, it's dripping down my clothes Flies stick to honey, it's the only game they know Poor Boy-I walk into the river in my hat and shoes Poor Boy-I'm sittin' at the table with a knife and spoon Life fast die happy- don't let your panties show I trust market forces- it's the only song I know So come and rock my soul- where sin and sorry lie White horses carry me- unto the other side Poor Boy I'm livin' in a country where my thoughts are cold Poor Boy I'm waitin' for the harvest of the seeds I sow A flower in the night- with thoughts of days gone I've got to ring that bell- and I'll be satisfied Poor Boy I'm wearin' silver slippers and a long white gown Poor boy I picture in my mind the day the walls come down Poor Boy I'm livin' in a country where I'm never free Poor Boy I'm writing down the names of all the things I see