Me And Lazarus

	  		
        C 
Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out 
Black bare linens blowing 'round 
Back and forth and up and down 
       Bb                                C     
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go 

        C 
Me and Lazarus kept bailing on the riverboat 
Floating by the choir rose 
Bobbing in the ebb and flow 
       Bb                                C 
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go 

          Bb         F               C 
He's an emancipated punk and he can dance 
                Bb          F             C 
But he's got a hole in the pocket of his pants 
           Bb             F               C 
Must be a symptom of outstanding circumstances 
   Bb F C 
Woah 

         C 
Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon 
Fever flowing through the room 
Far too long and way too soon 
       Bb                               C   
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go 

         C                   
Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues 
Hand-me downs and Sunday shoes 
Never made the local news 
       Bb                               C   
oh oh woah, guess I had nowhere else to go 

            Bb        F             C     
And I'm a liberated loser that can roll 
               Bb            F                 C 
But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole 
            Bb            F             C 
A couple second-chances surely would console me 
  Bb F C 
Woah