Another savage night

Camouflaged in neon

You could use a friend

To lean on

The stranger inside

Is a white-veiled bride

Sinking in the altar she’s standing on

And the upside of numbness

Is that your conscience

Has become Teflon

Van Ronk doesn’t live here anymore

And the avant garde in the record store

Philosophize about being reborn

In a time more pure

Once was, but nevermore

Nevermore

Chorus:

The holy water and vodka, circle the same drain

In the name of a sadness never given a name

The paralysis is an expression a shame

Some sadness never given a name

You wish there was a face

That smiled just for you

Brighter than the Broadway lights

Illuminating eighth-avenue

But you aren’t meaningful in the machinery

A tuxedoed guitar, praising the secular god

And methods to justify the thievery

Rebel or Machiavelli

What revolution do you want to sell me?

The bones of a skinned fish

Glitter above the avenue

And it only took a few drinks

To accept it never mattered what was true

When nothing applies to you

Nothing applies to you

You