Fifth floor, Lorimer apartment above the warehouse
The Hasidic landlord checks on the rent ???
Neon lights shining off of the bodega
It's been weeks since I got up outta bed
Pushed her farther for nothing but the silence
Sometimes it's nice to just be alone
Up and down, trip the rock around the dive
And sometimes it skins me down to the bone
Wake the dead, end dreamer, the angel, the sinner, the saint
Dealer's got 21, that's Brooklyn or maybe it's fate
You put the handgun down the bag down and give it away
Got your eyes wide open the moment that you could be saved
Blue sun rising, awake at 11:30
With a headache that's been pounding for months
Something is different, a hot indian summer
The body's waking up in the trunk
Need anything but smoke in my lungs
Watch it spin around to freedom
The bathroom floor is temple for some
Wake the dead and dream of the angel, the sinner, the saint
Dealers's got 21, that's Brooklyn or maybe it's fate
You put the handgun down the bag down and give it away
Got your eyes wide open the moment that you could be safe
Well, I'm down on my, yeah
Wake the dead and dream of the angel, the sinner, the saint
Dealer's got 21, that's Brooklyn or maybe it's fate
You put the handgun down the bag down and give it away
Got your eyes wide open the moment that you could be saved