| I was caught in a bad dream I was locked out on love | |
| I got stuck in the slipstream 'til I lucked out for once | |
| In the sky behind this club I saw her face high-rise | |
| I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile | |
| But we played at CBGB on a 4th of July 3 a.m. | |
| Soundman wanted to kill us then | |
| He was strung out on Ex-Lax he was fucked in his lungs | |
| He got shot out on Avenue A | |
| While sucking on some slut's tongue | |
| He would dress up like a whore | |
| Just to get lucky once in a while | |
| I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile | |
| But we played at the Knitting Factory for fifteen people | |
| Thirty bucks someone broke into the goddamn truck | |
| He had shit in his pants he had a needle in his arm | |
| He just stole a couple sleeping bags | |
| That he needed to stay warm | |
| He couldn't even walk | |
| We found him crawling in a garbage pile | |
| I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile | |
| But we met with even greater misfortune | |
| In the Armpit of the Americas four dumb hicks from hunger | |
| We got ripped off by these assholes at a Fort Lee garage | |
| They didn't weld that motherfucking leaf spring | |
| Those sparks were a mirage | |
| We hallucinated freely huddled shivering on the tile | |
| I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile | |
| Six hundred dollars later we were still drinking bad coffee | |
| Couldn't sleep stomachs were full of pizza grease | |
| I called her up long-distance | |
| There was freezing on the line | |
| Did she trust me | |
| Could she throw me with a strong breeze from behind | |
| No and no again no fucking shit a crazy smile | |
| I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile | |
| But the stage was set for tension so I cried and I spit | |
| I drooled and wept and I hit the gas for Pittsburgh | |
| I was caught in a bad dream I was out on the nod | |
| I got stuck in the slipstream until I blacked out thank God |