There's a price war at the cut throat drugstore More than a little guy could ever afford No over the counter cures for the non prescription blues More
You know you got me all mixed up How'd it ever get this way Don't know why, but i just can't stop I know i can, but not today Ain't quite ready for the
It's panic time In the tale of two cities Such a crime the needy and the greedy Downtown is deadly The nerve of the killer elite Home street home, a place
Maybe all these years there's been an angel on my shoulder Coulda been you up here and me down there Saw a face in a passing train who looked just like
It's happy hour, but no one's laughing Such a sobering scene This nightmare's just a stale runnin' dream Intoxicating me Beauty is only skin deep So let
My brain came back from the laundromat But nothing comes clean in the wash Behind the front of the backest lash someone's selling out with my trash What
Well, the graveyard shifted back in '55 The rebel rousers brought the threat to life You were just a sparkle in your daddy's eye Elvis joined the army
Blood is on your hands Seen by popular demand Better scrub it off the prision walls Smile for the cameras For the folks at home Better look around Before
Well, some contend this rock'n roll Is bad for the body, bad for the soul Bad for the heart, bad for the mind Bad for the deaf and bad for the blind It
Translation: Jerusalem Slim. Final Frontier.
