Lorna Zauberberg Lyrics - Sad Man Happy Man - Mike Doughty

Wait for your train in my car by the station 

On the wheel, my hands are burning from the cold 

What do you dream as you doze against the window? 

And will you tell the dream when you come home? 

Virility is in the house of lesser than 

And in breakfast we get by on charm alone 

The sun beats down on immaculate beige carpets 

And the plank of spoons bounce off the off-white wall 

I flipped through the music that you left 

All the old cassettes that lean against the wall 

I ate all the peaches off the shelf 

And I rearranged the cans into a poem 

Vicious mobs of candy-ravers stalk the night 

And methadonians sleep right where they stand 

A weeping tranny is cradling a steak knife 

And you're happily slugging Rob Roys with your man