Lazarus - Ray Wylie Hubbard

So here we are now, guitars and drums

High and lowdown just some Dharma bums

Gate mouth would tell you rehearsal’s overrated

Baptists will tell you it’s all predestinated

Between the devil and God, between the first breath and last

Somewhere under heaven with no future and a hell of a past

We in the mud and scum of things, moaning, crying, lying

At least we ain’t Lazarus and had to think twice about dying

At least we ain’t Lazarus and had to think twice about dying

So here we are now, still preceding grace

We ain’t easy to look at and keep a straight face

Inspired by Rimbaud ain’t angelic

Influenced by the dead, just gets you psychedelic

So here we are now kinda like abandoned dogs

Wrapped up in Gunnysacks and singing cast iron songs

We’re weird old America, we’re grinning with sharp teeth

We’re beautiful on the surface and rotten underneath