Your clean-living, clear-eyed
Clever, level-headed brother says
Hell put all the screws
Upon your newest lover
Buddhas in the fireplace
The truths in drugs from outer space
Maybe its right to be nervous now

Who are these madmen!
What do they want from me!
With all of their straight-talk from their misery

Everythingd be just fine
If I had the right pastime
Idve been raskolnikov
But mother nature ripped me off
In philadelphia
Im sure that I felt healthier
Maybe its right to be nervous now

I had liberty of movement
But Im so lazy
Im so lazy
Im just so lazy

Youre just a big kid
Youre not so big at that
You never got the hang of it
Now youre being looked at

Where have I seen you before!
same place you saw me, I expect
Ive got a good face for memories
In philadelphia
Im sure that I felt healthier
Maybe its right to be nervous now