we hear the dealers with the words
that ride the tails
of their cigarette smoke
sliding through the tunnels of our ears

those greasy marionettes of
real bone and blood
stand on the corner of washington square
washington square

well our vision was stinging
and our eyes were blurring

elevator's got you rising so high
seventeen floors you want so much more
elevator's got you rising so high
seventeen floors you want so much more

there's lightning on the ceiling
coming from the corner of her eye...