Five-Dollar Bill 歌词

The armpits of the bridges keep the poverty asleep As the mountains puke the day into the sky The sun and river creep, both rejected, toward the sea And the sullen clouds between begin to cry Another night of drowning in the gutters in this town Another morning finds me down the hill I spend every wasted day drinking last night from my slate And every night I spend my last five-dollar bill The stench of all that isn't me engulfs me as I swim Against the sea of those who distantly attain While I, an island, wax ecstatic for the flower in the attic That keeps my former self my memory's only stain Another night of drowning in the gutters in this town Another morning finds me down the hill I spend every wasted day drinking last night from my slate And every night I spend my last five-dollar bill My city, she is silent, though the ghosts of day remain And she shivers, raped and nauseous in the night And the cobbies splayed between the tracks that glisten in the rain Shed the fog that folds around the trolley lights Another night of drowning in the gutters in this town Another morning finds me down the hill I spend every wasted day drinking last night from my slate And every night I spend my last five-dollar bill My city, she is silent, though the ghosts of day remain And she shivers, raped and nauseous in the night And the cobbies splayed between the tracks that glisten in the rain Shed the fog that folds around the trolley lights Another night of drowning in the gutters in this town Another morning finds me down the hill I spend every wasted day drinking last night from my slate And every night I spend my last five-dollar bill