The last car on the line  I guess you're back doing time  The ghost of Christmas past  Left Walt Whitman in the trash    You started out with nothing but lonely days  You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom  You started with nothing but throwaways  You couldn't live with me so you moved to  Brooklyn    Artificial desserts  Some have cars some have kids  Hit the pathmark after work  Some never been past the bridge    You started out with nothing but lonely days  You used to like the sad songs of doom and gloom  You started with nothing but throwaways  You couldn't live with me so you moved to  Brooklyn    I sometimes lie awake until sunrise  Wondering how we become what we despise    No more couches to surf  Only beaches in your dreams  No more trannies near work  It's still a drag walking in Queens    It's all blood money in the bank  Somehow some people find the nerve  Like the soldiers they thank down in DC  If I could only find the words