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He was feeling invulnerable

That was foolish but wonderful

But of course the first one was always free

Hes got one wrist in heaven, one ankle in hell

Somebody pushed or he just fell

Hes riding the subway watching the lights play

Red yellow green hes always somewhere in between

The station he wants, the station he needs,

And the station where the chickenhawks come to feed



Refrain:

Since the worm turned hes learned

This apples a blood-filled tear

And he falls down laughing, he falls down laughing

He falls down and he disappears



First he tried to be pure now he just wants a cure

Hes wasted, his skins sore, hes flat-out poor

When you live in doubt thats when your luck runs out

Hes on the roof alone, outside the zone

Now hes on the street again when he calls him then

Billy just cannot resist

Now hes an orphan sleeping with the coffins

Just like oliver twist



Well since the worm turned . . .



Billys tired of the lies, hes turning every fire

Looking for his own past

Hes limping in the water searching for the quarter

Inch of clarity

His future is raining blood like stars

Hes fallen so far behind

He might as well be blind



Watching late-night film noir inside of stolen cars

His tongue stuck frozen to the monkey bars

His ladder lost its rungs, billy speaks in tongues

Every time hes in the clear his past looks back and sneers



But since the worm turned . . .

He was feeling invulnerable

That was foolish but wonderful

But of course the first one was always free

Hes got one wrist in heaven, one ankle in hell

Somebody pushed or he just fell

Hes riding the subway watching the lights play

Red yellow green hes always somewhere in between

The station he wants, the station he needs,

And the station where the chickenhawks come to feed



Refrain:

Since the worm turned hes learned

This apples a blood-filled tear

And he falls down laughing, he falls down laughing

He falls down and he disappears



First he tried to be pure now he just wants a cure

Hes wasted, his skins sore, hes flat-out poor

When you live in doubt thats when your luck runs out

Hes on the roof alone, outside the zone

Now hes on the street again when he calls him then

Billy just cannot resist

Now hes an orphan sleeping with the coffins

Just like oliver twist



Well since the worm turned . . .



Billys tired of the lies, hes turning every fire

Looking for his own past

Hes limping in the water searching for the quarter

Inch of clarity

His future is raining blood like stars

Hes fallen so far behind

He might as well be blind



Watching late-night film noir inside of stolen cars

His tongue stuck frozen to the monkey bars

His ladder lost its rungs, billy speaks in tongues

Every time hes in the clear his past looks back and sneers



But since the worm turned . . .

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