Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
Josh Woodward
In a crumbling land
I was singing in the junkyard choir again
And I was waiting for my moment to come
I was beating on the timpani drum in the rain
Asleep inside a rusty van
Parked beside the taxi stand
Well it's nothing I would ever recommend to you
The freaks are on parade
On the uptown promenade
If you ever wanna see the bottom, then I'll show you
I was screaming again
I was screaming at a hot dog vendor again
I can't remember why I snapped
Probably just a little lapse of reason
Virtues come and virtues go
I dressed up in women's clothes
And strolled down 42nd Street today
And I walked up to a man
In an Acura sedan, and said that
If you ever wanna see the bottom, then I'll show you
It's a long way to the top
And it's way more fun to drop
If you ever wanna see the bottom
Do you really wanna see the bottom?
If you really wanna see the bottom
Then I'll show you