I was caught in a bad dream I was locked out on love I got stuck in the slipstream 'til I lucked out for once In the sky behind this club I saw her face high-rise I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile But we played at CBGB on a 4th of July 3 a.m. Soundman wanted to k** us then He was strung out on Ex-Lax he was f**ed in his lungs He got shot out on Avenue A While s**ing on some s*ut's tongue He would dress up like a who*e Just to get lucky once in a while I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile But we played at the Knitting Factory for fifteen people Thirty bucks someone broke into the goddamn truck He had sh** in his pants he had a needle in his arm He just stole a couple sleeping bags That he needed to stay warm He couldn't even walk We found him crawling in a garbage pile I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile But we met with even greater misfortune In the Armpit of the Americas four dumb hicks from hunger We got ripped off by these a**holes at a Fort Lee garage They didn't weld that motherf**ing leaf spring Those sparks were a mirage We hallucinated freely huddled shivering on the tile I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile Six hundred dollars later we were still drinking bad coffee Couldn't sleep stomachs were full of pizza grease I called her up long-distance There was freezing on the line Did she trust me Could she throw me with a strong breeze from behind No and no again no f**ing sh** a crazy smile I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile But the stage was set for tension so I cried and I spit I drooled and wept and I hit the gas for Pittsburgh I was caught in a bad dream I was out on the nod I got stuck in the slipstream until I blacked out thank God