Primitive Radio Gods - Standing outside a broken phone booth

^CJan lays down and wrestles in her ^Emsleep ^CMoonlight spills on comic books And ^Emsuperstars in ^Fmagazines An^C old friend calls^Em and tells us where to meet ^C Her plane takes off from Baltimore ^Em And touches do^Fwn on Bourbon Street

We ^Csit outside and argue all ^Emnight long A^Cbout a god we've never seen But ^Emnever fails to ^Fside with me ^CSunday comes and all the papers^Em say ^CMa Teresa's joined the mob ^Em And happy with^F her full time job

^CDo do do do doo do Am ^CI alive or thoughts that d^Emrift away' Does ^Csummer come for everyone' Can ^Emhumans d^Fo as prophets say' ^C And if I die before I lea^Emrn to speak ^C Can money pay for all the days I l^Emived awake but ^Fhalf asleep'

^CDo do do do doo do x 2 A ^Clife is time, they teach^Em us growing up The ^Cseconds ticking killed us all A ^Emmillion yea^Frs before the fall ^C You ride the waves and don't ask where^Em they go You ^Cswim like lions through the crest ^Em And bathe yourse^Flf on zebra flesh

^CI've been downhearted baby, I've been downhearted baby, Ever since t^Emhe day ^Fwe met