On the corner of Bourbon and Division Crawling down the crooked streets at dawn She said, "Don't come back, all is not forgiven." So you fall inside a bottle and a song Splinters of thought dropping slowly Snapping like branches in the wind So you light a dog-end smoke And you're laughing as you choke And you give the wheel of fortune one more spin Do you remember what you came here for? Her words of wisdom scratched into the door You can almost taste the emptiness Hung inside her tallow dress Can the darkness be as empty as it seems When the factories of night hum with their dreams? And you watch a skinny dog cut across that dusty lot Like the surface of the moon In the decompression chamber Cooling in the conversation pit You're sleeping underneath yesterday's papers And pretending the tsunami hasn't hit Friday was the crucifixion Saturday cremation under gla** The resurrection was on Sunday No, correction, make it Monday 'Cause Monday's when they come to take the trash Do you remember what you came here for? Her words of wisdom cut into the door You can almost taste the emptiness Hung inside her tallow dress Can the darkness be as empty as it seems When the factories of night hum with their dreams? And you watch a skinny dog cut across that dusty lot Like the surface of the moon Ya-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Ya-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Ya-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Ya-da-da-da-da-da And you watch a skinny dog cut across that dusty lot Like the surface of the moon