Sam Beam - Me and Lazarus lyrics

Me and Lazarus, we shoveled all the ashes out Black bed linens blowing around Back and forth and up and down Guess I had nowhere else to go Me and Lazarus kept bailing out that riverboat Floating by the choir robes Bobbing in the ebb and flow Guess I had nowhere else to go He's an emancipated punk and he can dance But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances Me and Lazarus, fed her with a baby spoon Fever flowing through the room Far too long and way too soon Guess I had nowhere else to go Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues Hand-me-downs and Sunday shoes But never made the local news Guess I had nowhere else to go And I'm a liberated loser that can roll But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole A couple second chances surely would console me Whoa, whoa, whoa