Magazine - Philadelphia lyrics

Your clean-living, clear-eyed Clever, level-headed brother says He'll put all the screws Upon your newest lover Buddha's in the fireplace The truth's in d** from outer space Maybe it's right to be nervous now Who are these madmen! What do they want from me! With all of their straight-talk from their misery Everything'd be just fine If i had the right pastime I'd've been raskolnikov But mother nature ripped me off In philadelphia I'm sure that i felt healthier Maybe it's right to be nervous now I had liberty of movement But i'm so lazy I'm so lazy I'm just so lazy You're just a big kid You're not so big at that You never got the hang of it Now you're being looked at Where have i seen you before! 'same place you saw me, i expect I've got a good face for memories' In philadelphia I'm sure that i felt healthier Maybe it's right to be nervous now