Poor Boy - David Byrne, Brian Eno

A truck parked this morning- outside the grocery store

Friends face the future- they’re wearing summer clothes

Great cosmic forces- like falling dominoes

I love talking funny- it’s the only song I know

Sweet smart and sexy- the day my life began

Burnt out and damaged- I dragged my body home

This slice is runny- it’s dripping down my clothes

Flies stick to honey- it’s the only game they know

Poor Boy-I walk into the river in my hat and shoes

Poor Boy-I'm sittin at the table with a knife and spoon

Life fast die happy- don’t let your panties show

They trust market forces- it’s the only song they know

So come and rock my soul- where sin and sorry lie

White horses carry me- unto the other side

Poor Boy- I’m livin in a country where my thoughts are cold

Poor Boy- I’m waitin for the harvest of the seeds I sow

A flower in the night- with thoughts of days gone by

I’ve got to ring that bell- and I’ll be satisfied

Poor Boy- I’m wearin silver slippers and a long white gown

Poor boy- I picture in my mind the day the walls come down

Poor Boy- I’m livin in a country where I’m never free

Poor Boy- I’m writing down the names of all the things I see-