Spin Doctors Shinbone Alley / Hard to Exist

Moonlight through the chicken wire, humming windowpane,
Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drain
Big towns in need of mending, street lights make tooth some seams
Denim shadows shuffle in between the beams.

Different strokes for different folks so
Mind your manner and easy on the ethnic jokes
Its a dumbbell curve, your trying to tally,
All the way down to shin bone alley

Streets are metacarpal and flesh of asphalt calm
Buildings rise like fingers from a concrete palm
Yellow lit apartment trickle through the drapes
Windows frame each history hidden even from the fire escapes
Sullen winter sparrow lends wing to expanse of grey
Six-thirty-two in the morning on thanksgiving day
And the bums they hit their corners, the thunderbird rubs their bones
And the crack addicts stare at the snowflakes zigzagging down to greet jones

Different strokes for different folks so.....

Seven-thirty-two on the same day, your bare feet on the parquet
And the light so papery white shining past the microwave
Knuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the table
Spend the day gazing from the window gable....


You know how I tend to feel when nothings happening
Like some big old bird so fat that he just can't fly
Far be it for me to be overreacting
My body hurts like hell and all I can do is wonder why

Like a man in prison, I'm occupied with busting out
I'm in no position said what are these walking blues about?

Hey Mary come play with me please forget your lessons
Pete's off with Captain Hook and with cutlasses the play

I got a feeling you and me get along fine
Down on the beach in the fresh air with a jug of wine

Like a man in prison I'm occupied with busting out....

Aww yeah, I claim to be infected
Aww yeah point me in the right direction
The situation it's got the best of me
I gotta go on, you know, I gotta be strong
But it's hard to exist......