Jaded Tourist

Need no superman, no man of steal No holy waters to set my sail Walked up from the catacombs, death valley below From the devil's tower let the truth be told Jaded Tourist in my neighborhood Still shadows of our former self Water lines in the alley, time to fly You lift me up just to put me down Reel me in and you break the line And the sound of the sacred steal From the Jersey side Lose your faith and you lose your mind Outta my way, gonna gun you down Hold this wheel gonna run aground Jaded Tourist in my neighborhood Still shadows of our former self Water lines in the alley, time to fly Give me candle, give me light Back rooms a saxophone Insane mothers birth into the night Still gone but not forgotten You kill the weakest and the herd runs strong You kill the strongest and you sing along A gold cross around her neck, and a union jack And the congregation from a shotgun shack, singin' Outta my way, gonna gun you down Hold this wheel gonna run aground Jaded Tourist in my neighborhood Still shadows of our former self Water lines in the alley, time to fly --- Jaded Tourist - Widespread Panic