On the Mezzanine was never intended to be spiteful. Special thanks to dock workers and barefoot mountain climbers.
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On the mezzanine down fall the living
On the mezzanine the air smells like venom
You can buy love, but you can’t buy the women
When you’re on the mezzanine
The glow like ribbons, sliding down the trees
I get sunburned arms when you shake your cane at me
Some call it Voodoo, some call it disease
And most of them just can’t see
On the mezzanine you can rip out a page
On the mezzanine you can always get laid
You can cheat your looks, but you can’t cheat your age
When you’re on the mezzanine
On the mezzanine we cuddle close together
On the mezzanine we pay our dues with leather
You can buy a house, but you can’t keep it together
When you’re on the mezzanine
I’ve been trying to think about the Mayan gods
Some call it desperation, I call it love
I broke bones, I never broke the odds
And now I’m out on the stage
This whole week slides down explained in lies
Those whole week means nothing to me since James Joyce died
Glory Glory, Glory Glory
On the mezzanine you pay then run
On the mezzanine life’s always just begun
You can’t buy a heart-attack, but you can buy a gun
When you’re on the mezzanine
When you’re on the mezzanine
When you’re on the mezzanine
