High and lonesome out on Times Square
Haven't got a dime, ain't got a prayer
Deliver us, Lord, from this golden calf
People only want what they cannot have
D#o7
That's the fruit that you'd better not taste
A D#o7
You've got one life that you'd better not waste
How can I walk with this ball and chain?
How can I land in this hurricane?
Or is this part of man's evolution
To be torn between truth and illusion?
D#o7
That's the route that you'd better not take
A D#o7
Just watch out for the sign of the snake
Little brother got caught in the web