Songtext von Aren't You Glad

In your own little way You found out how to play In the junkyard where you're living But you had to swim throught blood Taught yourself to dance on mud Out where nothing gets forgiven I'm so glad that you got free I'm so happy you could be In this armchair With your husband You get out and pay the cost But I know all was almost lost By the banks Of the Hudson My oh my it gets cold on The all night bus But now you can grow old With the rest of us In your own little way You finally cast away The filthy matress Of self-pity Found the basement of your hell In a needle-srewn hotel Out in alphabet city Welcome home from the dead Pour a cup of tea instead Or going swimming in your eyes Are forever unblinking