Floating Opera | Lyrics

At night the fireworks bleed down the sky
veins are red, arteries blue
The stars stand aside, and limp through the dark
while the fireworks bleed down the sky

I fought the Big Mick down in North Platte, Nebraska
Lost concentration somewhere in the ropes
She stiched up my eye with a bent safety pin
And washed my bruises in reagent grade alcohol

Don't you hear Palookaville moan boys
Don't you hear Palookaville moan
Every valley shall be raised up
Every hill shall be struck low
Don't you hear Palookaville moan

I trudged through her rooms till the walls started talking
Till I could hear myself starting to think
Every time she opens her mouth I see daggers
I miss the ringing in my ears

At night she leaves a little money for me
I walk out in the streets, whistle a tune
'bout days long gone by, swing my fists in the air

Don't you hear Palookaville moan boys
Don't you hear Palookaville moan
Every valley shall be raised up
Every hill shall be struck low
Don't you hear Palookaville moan

I'm sure this heaven is a scrub woman's dream
I'm sure it's a gold plated cloud
And I'm sure I can walk right out the door
and Palookaville will moan no more

Don't you hear Palookaville moan boys
don't you hear Palookaville moan
Bvery valley shall be raised up
every hill shall be struck low
Don't you hear Palookaville moan
Don't you hear Palookaville moan