Turnstyle

Man jumps down the aisle
He coulda sworn he saw Jesus Christjumping the turnstyle
Waves a heavy holy hand and says, "You shoulda thought about it"

Teen queen,a Seventeen Magazine, yeah she's getting educated on the Next Big Thing
Boy to her left pens a letter to a lover
Writes in oblivion

DON'T USE WORDS LIKE EUPHORIA
THEY WILL ONLY CONFUSE ME WHEN YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND

Suit staggers down the aisle
He says,"I feel like shit, haven't slept in awhile"
Flips a coin to the hand of the man madly grinning who says
"Your work day ending? Well mine is just beginning" and as we
Update, to the state, of unattainable fame,epiphany and pain
Jesus has allegedly transferred to the C train
And our friends still writing...

The turnstyles are spinning in my head, I'm grinning
I may be converted yet
The messiah and some dude are hitting up buddah
For lose change and cigerettes

Can rolls down the aisle, back and forth like the plague
For a quarter of a mile
'Tween the legs of the now napping mon in the suit
Hits a... five inch-red-leopard-platform boot and...
BAM! kicks it to the floor
Suit man says,"Damn baby, what you do that for?"
Caught of guard the boy drops his pen, says "Oops"
Picks it up again

And I just ride
I just ride

Man jumps down the aisle
He could have sworn he saw Jesus Christ jumping the turnstyle
Waves a heavy holy hand and says
"You should have thought about it"