Primitive Radio Gods - Standing outside a broken phone booth

J^Can lays down and wrestles in her sl^Feep M^Coonlight spills on comic books And s^Emuperstars in m^Fagazines An ol^Cd friend calls and tells us where to ^Fmeet ^CHer plane takes off from Baltimore And to^Emuches down on Bo^Furbon Street

^CWe sit outside and argue all night lo^Fng ^CAbout a god we've never seen But ^Emnever fails to s^Fide with me Sund^Cay comes and all the papers s^Fay Ma ^CTeresa's joined the mob And h^Emappy with her f^Full time job

^CDo do do do do ^Fdo, Do do do do do d^Co, Do do do do do ^Emdo, Do do d^Fo do do ^Cdo Am I ^Calive or thoughts that drift aw^Fay? Does ^Csummer come for everyone? Can h^Emumans do as pr^Fophets say? And i^Cf I die before I learn to s^Fpeak Can m^Coney pay for all the days I ^Emlived awake but h^Falf asleep?

A l^Cife is time, they teach us growing u^Fp The^C seconds ticking killed us all A m^Emillion years be^Ffore the fall You^C ride the waves and don't ask where they ^Fgo ^CYou swim like lions through the crest And ^Embathe yourself on ze^Fbra flesh

^CDo do do do do ^Fdo, Do do do do do d^Co, Do do do do do ^Emdo, Do do d^Fo do do ^Cdo I^C've been downhearted b^Faby, I've been downheart^Ced baby, Ever since the ^Emday we met, ^FEver since the ^Cday we met