05 Meanwhile Down the Street

meanwhile down the street
the whole crowd is sick
talk it up, there's no whisper
and we land on our feet

she's told a dream should be
a glorious thing
"shame on me, the purest I've been in
is still too obscene"

there goes the insult
reflected in the floor
colored chemicals
throw you off like before

you'll know the roles I've played
if we get away
in the cab with a covered license plate
I found the other day

but out steps the savior
whose laughter's so unkind
to belt you up again
his trial has come to blow your mind
a nasty old crime
has left curses behind

meanwhile down the street
the whole crowd is sick
talk it up, there's no whisper
and we land on our feet

she's told a dream should be
a glorious thing
"shame on me, the purest I've been in
is still too obscene"