David Byrne - Poor Boy lyrics

A truck parked this morning, outside the grocery store Friends face the future, they're wearing summer clothes Great cosmic forces, like falling 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 sitting at the table with a knife and spoon Life fast die happy, don't let your panties show They trust market forces, it's the only song they know So come and rock my soul, where sin and sorry lie White horses carry me, unto the other side Poor boy, I'm living in a country where my thoughts are cold Poor boy, I'm waiting for the harvest of the seeds I sow A flower in the night, with thoughts of days gone by I've got to ring that bell, and I'll be satisfied Poor boy, I'm wearing silver slippers and a long white gown Poor boy, I picture in my mind the day the walls come down Poor boy, I'm living in a country where I'm never free Poor boy, I'm writing down the names of all the things I see