Riding On The Subway (Live In Liverpool2004)

The Harlem mammas they are laughing
They call me punk rock think theyre cute
The pizza boys they keep on starin
I guess they finally made it off their stoop
I dont even know and I dont even care
Oh yeah
Since Ive been hanging round
Machines go up and down
Spray paint gospel on the beat
Another billboard reads
Come to Miami Beach
A man sells pretzels in the heat
Riding on the subway
Saints and sinners sweepstakes winners
Nine to five their smoking gun
Jazzman Jimmys busked a million
Sometimes plays Duke Ellington for fun
I dont even know and I dont even care
Oh yeah
Ive been hanging round
In the underground
One day I saw you in your seat
Past the transit cops
A three-card monte box
If I only had the guts to speak
Riding on the subway
Mother told me yesterday
The things that God would never say before
Well hang around the radio and listen to the status quo go on
Im all right until Sunday night when
I keep going down
Took the local round
A soul confession in my sleep
Aint no wishing well
Underneath the el
I still hope someday we might meet
Riding on the subway