"Me and Lazarus" as written by and Samuel Ervin Beam....
Me and Lazarus, we shovel all the ashes out
Black bare linens blowing 'round
Back and forth and up and down

Oh, oh, whoa
Guess I had nowhere else to go

Me and Lazarus kept bailing on that riverboat
Floating by the choir rose
Bobbing in the ebb and flow

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Guess I had nowhere else to go

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

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon
Fever flowing through the room
Far too long and way too soon

Oh, whoa, whoa
Guess I had nowhere else to go

Me and Lazarus, we pick up papa's white boy blues
Hand-me-downs and Sunday shoes
Never made the local news

Whoa, whoa, whoa
Guess I had nowhere else to go

And I'm a liberated loser that can roam
But where my pocket was I'm peeking through a hole
A couple second chances surely would console me

Whoa, whoa, whoa


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"Me and Lazarus" as written by Samuel Ervin Beam

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  • +1
    General CommentCorrect lyrics:



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

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

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

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

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

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

    Shyvanon January 18, 2011   Link
  • +1
    General CommentMe and Lazarus, picked apart those white boy blues
    Hand made gowns and sunday shoes
    never made the local news
    WHooOOooOOooAH
    gooddogon April 07, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General CommentJesus brought Lazarus back to life, i guess he had nowhere else to go.
    jed kingstonon January 28, 2011   Link
  • 0
    General Commentnot choir rose...choir rows!
    valjeangon December 23, 2012   Link
  • 0
    General CommentThis verse seems strikes me as a drug reference: using the spoon to mix injectables, cotton poisoning a side effect from shooting...lasts sooo long!

    Me and Lazarus, we fiddle with a baby spoon
    Fever flowing through the room
    Far too long and way too soon
    valjeangon December 23, 2012   Link

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