Well they crowned me with thorns on the day I was born
By the light of a cold television
And I remember the boss in his uniform
As he marched from the field of vision

Well he didn't come home and it was just us alone
The brat and the widowed civilian
Then one April night after Ma took her life
I fell down the street to oblivion

And I took what the dumpsters were giving
And I did my best to survive
'Cause I figured that life's for the living
While you're alive
While you're alive

Bring out the gin and the small violins
I'm a raging success as a failure
And it's colder than hell in this cardboard hotel
Which I share with a chronic embezzler

So I beat my retreat down Collister Street
To one of my holy places
And they tangled my wings with wire and string
But I'm spinning in a whirlpool of faces

And I'll take what the dumpsters are giving
And I'll do my best to survive
'Cause I still think that life's for the living
Yes I still think that life's for the living

And I'll take what the dumpsters are giving
And I'll pray every night to St. Giles
But I still think that life's for the living
At least for a while
At least for a while


Lyrics submitted by jt

7th Avenue Static song meanings
Add your thoughts

3 Comments

sort form View by:
  • +2
    General CommentCollister Street is a desolate brick-faced alley in Tribeca (a section of Manhattan in New York City), and St. Giles is the patron saint of cripples, beggars and lepers.
    jton July 10, 2002   Link
  • 0
    General CommentAbout a boy whose parents die so he's forced to live on the streets, Beautiful song.
    BobbyjointRitualon January 15, 2009   Link
  • 0
    General CommentHopeful perseverance in the face of mortality - at least for a little while...
    artsluton February 10, 2010   Link

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top
explain