We've lived in bars
And danced on tables.
Hotels, trains, and ships that sail.
We swim with sharks
And fly with aeroplanes in the air.
Send in the trumpets,
The marching wheelchairs.
Open the blankets and give them some air.
Swords and arches, bones and cement,
The light and dark of the innocent of men.
We know your house so very well,
And we'll wake you once we've walked up
all your stairs.
There's nothing like living in a bottle,
And nothing like ending it all for the world.
We're so glad you've come back,
Every living lion will lay in your lap.
The kid has a homecoming, the champion, the horse.
Who's gonna play drums, guitar, or organ with chorus?
As far as we've walked from both ends of the sand,
Never have we caught a glimpse of this man.
We know your house so very well,
And we'll bust down your door if you're not there.
Lived in bars and danced on tables.
Hotels, trains, and ships that sail.
We swim with sharks
And fly with aeroplanes out of here.
Out of here.
Out of here.
Out of here.
Out of here.
