The garbage truck pulls up on Friday mornings 9 a.m
Along the narrow street,
All the actors in the world are slamming doors behind them
And the rest are going back to sleep
Stacy brushed the hair of every dog that was in the room
She was coming off her meds again
So they had to call the ambulance
In the night the kids are squealing
All the prostitutes are kneeling
Down for love of men
I could sit down for hours
Look at all the pretty flowers fade away
I could watch it from a distance
Could erase myself from existence all the same
Screaming from the school doors on a Friday afternoon
To break the abstinence
Competition always drives things further
And the one who screams the loudest wins
Julia’s worn the same clothes now since 1982
And she’s so worried bout her daughter
But I worry about her too
And the water from the ceiling
I think the thin blonde is taking a beating
Hope she calls the cops on him
I could sit down for hours
Look at all the pretty flowers fade away
I could watch it from a distance
Could erase myself from existence all the same
Cause it’s easy when it doesn’t touch you
When there’s nothing there that tries to stop you
Meet the world’s most honest man
Always had food on the table
Always had love that enabled
Always had friends who cared
Stranded on the pavement on a cold late Friday night
Call emergency
Wrap a rag around the chest to stop the bleeding
I really hope that kid pulls through
I could sit down for hours
Look at all the pretty flowers fade away
I could watch it from a distance
Could erase myself from existence all the same
I could sit down for hours
Look at all the pretty flowers fade away
I could watch it from a distance
Could erase myself from existence all the same
