Songtext Newmyer's roof Craig Finn

Newmyer's roof

There were those same bloodsuckers in the lobby again
And when they called out my name I waved
I thought they might be my old friends
They had the cross in the car
They had the pig in the pen
I was in the bathroom doing my best to ascend

Doubting Thomas had the party supplies
He said he likes how it looks
When I roll back my eyes

The studio sent a car to collect me
When the driver dropped me off at the lot
He said he'd never forget me
The publicist picked up lunch again
I had Pabst and some pemmican
She said, "Man, you're so damn American,"

Doubting Thomas had his eyebrows raised
He said he liked me much better
When I was walking away

No I've never been crucifiedI've never suffered and died
I've never been shot
But I've been lied to a lot

Hotel lobby, late night TV
You're either up on the stage
Or you're down on your knees
Blood on my hands, ash in my wine
You can see how I get anxious sometimes
Nails in my hand, blood in my eyes
I feel pretty cool, but I know I look fried

All these tall tales and one tiny truth
I saw the towers go down from up on Newmyer's roof
Yeah, we were frightened, yeah we were drinking
It was all so confusing

Doubt Thomas went and talked to the cops
He said this sure seems like an inside job

No I've never been crucified
I've never suffered and died
I've never been shot
But I've been lied to a lot

Hotel bar, the game on TV
You're either up on the lights
Or you're out on the streets
We always want more, but we get what we need
I saw your girl at the movies
She seems pretty sweet

Doubt Thomas has the cynical take
He said the more you destroy
The more that you make

No I've never been crucified
I've never suffered and died
I've never been shot
But I've been lied to a lot

Look at these mountains
Look at these trees
Tom, there must be something you believe
Look at these mountains
Look at these trees
Tom, there must be something you believe