Magazine - Philadelphia lyrics

Your clean-livingclear-eyed

Cleverlevel-headed brother says

He'll put all the screws

Upon your newest lover

Buddha's in the fireplace

The truth's in drugs from outer space

Maybe it's right to be nervous now

Who are these madmen!

What do they want from me!

With all of their straight-talk from their misery

Everything'd be just fine

If I had the right pastime

I'd've been raskolnikov

But mother nature ripped me off

In philadelphia

I'm sure that I felt healthier

Maybe it's right to be nervous now

I had liberty of movement

But I'm so lazy

I'm so lazy

I'm just so lazy

You're just a big kid

You're not so big at that

You never got the hang of it

Now you're being looked at

Where have I seen you before!

'same place you saw meI expect

I've got a good face for memories'

In philadelphia

I'm sure that I felt healthier

Maybe it's right to be nervous now