The lights go out; fuse box explodes
pop the cork, a little too drunk to change modes
The city blinked; it's new disowned spill out into the roads
start fires, banging on trash cans -- ward off ambitions of men, and that
wakes the children, dark and cold, so they put 'em in the clothes
that they put on in the snow
then the snow blankets all
maybe we'll sleep again, sometime tomorrow
but certainly not tonight

Got the rooftops shaking and cellar doors are
opening and emptying their stores
but they don't mind; you get your bowl
when your done with the shovel or patrol
No sirens, no gunshots, no smoke out of control
but the old folk got that look like
they're waiting for the other shoe to drop
and when it drops I hope you got your head
It's no vacation, but I know you're pleased,
cuz these strangers don't seem stranger than that
thumped out junky kitchen beat

Gotta say, I'm not so lucky

Here the state was not caught unaware and I'm broken down, broken out
Blood on mah hands, I couldn't so it again so I'm stolen out, broken out,
but look it -- make a mah salt-shaker, try to shake out the blood
you must be ten-thousand volts, mah electric killer queen bee

All I got in mah pocket is the keys to rubble
and mah lucky five, but that ain't for spending
and a half-pint bottle snuck its way in there;
I can't hold mah whisky, but I can hold yours
and a picture with a note on the back from mah love
"hope you're excited, I hope you're dancing,
cuz my love knows who you are"

don't cry, don't you cry
don't cry mah lioness

Mah broken hand, this dusty road
and a feeling that I don't wanna be killing
and it makes mah legs go but mah mind don't feel so sharp
can't make sense of direction
all the names are Indian, I don't know what they mean
and if it don't got palm trees, brother got palm trees
it looks like jersey to me
Hope you're excited, I hope you're dancing
cuz mah love knows who we are

What will they they find recorded in the wreckage of our time
when who we're not is who we are?
Mah broken hand, a broken nose, a broken heart, some broken prose
broken promises on this dusty road;
this is who we are