[00:25.18]Me and Lazarus, we shoveled all the ashes out
[00:30.27]Black bed linens blowing around
[00:33.00]Back and forth and up and down
[00:40.41]Guess I had nowhere else to go
[00:53.02]Me and Lazarus kept bailing out that riverboat
[00:57.85]Floating by the choir robes
[01:00.67]Bobbing in the ebb and flow
[01:07.82]Guess I had nowhere else to go
[01:15.02]He's an emancipated punk and he can dance
[01:20.65]But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants
[01:26.11]Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances
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[01:46.16]Me and Lazarus, fed her with a baby spoon
[01:50.84]Fever flowing through the room
[01:53.46]Far too long and way too soon
[02:00.92]Guess I had nowhere else to go
[02:13.87]Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues
[02:18.10]Hand-me-downs and Sunday shoes
[02:21.08]But never made the local news
[02:28.03]Guess I had nowhere else to go
[02:34.97]And I'm a liberated loser that can roll
[02:40.22]But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole
[02:45.80]A couple second chances surely would console me
[02:51.13]Whoa, whoa, whoa
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