Umbilical Town Lyrics - Trading Snakeoil For Wolftickets - Gary Jules

I hear you've got a pocket full of words 

That you keep in the garage 

Together with the feather and the fireworks 

A surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden 

Where the neon-lighted cocktail glasses bloom 

And they built you a model airplane 

Like the one that brought you back to Lindbergh field 

Now you're counting your change by the streetlights on India 

"Hey, it's me again, I'm faded...could I please come over?" 

You can do what you want 

In umbilical town 

In a waterfront bar 

Old gap-toothed Annie was a friend of mine 

The third time around she was born again 

She must have burned at least a half-a-million dollars 

In the little rooms next door to wash-and-fold 

And there ain't no consolation prize 

There is no backdoor to innocence 

Just the wild-eyed faces and names that you've forgotten 

"Hey, the money's gone, I'm broken, could I please come over?" 

You can do what you want 

In umbilical town 

In that waterfront bar 

I've been dreaming we were born together 

I've been thinking about it 

'Been lurking backstreets-kicking down alleyways 

I've been thinking about it 

How it's always worse than it appears 

Raskolnikov's out on the stairs 

Howling at the man in the moon 

They say he lost control 

Between the suburbs and the barrio 

Tired from too much too soon 

Now the air is thick with compromises 

We're always on the way 

So I take comfort in the only life I know 

Well you can do what you want 

In umbilical town 

At the waterfront bar 

In umbilical town 

You can do what you want 

You can do what you want 

You can do what you want