Firewater 7th Avenue Static Lyrics

7th Avenue Static Lyrics

Wear the crown made of thorns on the day I was born



By the light of a cold television



And I remember the boss in his uniform



As he marched from the field of vision







Well he didn't come home and it was just us alone



The brat and the widowed civilian



Then one April night after Ma took her life



I fell down the street to oblivion







And I took what the dumpsters were giving



And I did my best to survive



'Cause I figured that life's for the living



While you're alive



While you're alive







Bring out the gin and the small violins



I'm a raging success as a failure



And it's colder than hell in this cardboard hotel



Which I share with a chronic embezzler







So I beat my retreat down collister street



To one of my holy places



And they tangled my wings with wire and string



But I'm spinning in a whirlpool of faces







And I'll take what the dumpsters are giving



And I'll do my best to survive



'Cause I still think that life's for the living



Yes I still think that life's for the living







And I'll take what the dumpsters are giving



And I'll pray every night to St. Giles



But I still think that life's for the living



At least for a while



At least for a while