Lyrics David Byrne – Poor Boy

A truck parked this morning — outside the groc’ry store
Friends face the future — they’re wearin’ summer clothes

Great cosmic forces — like fallin’ dominoes
I love talking funny — it’s the only song I know

Sweet smart and sexy — the day my life began
Burnt out and damaged — I dragged my body home

This slice is runny — it’s dripping down my clothes
Flies stick to honey — it’s the only game they know

Poor boy-I walk into the river in my hat and shoes
Poor boy-I’m sittin’ at the table with a knife and spoon

Life fast die happy- don’t let your panties show
They trust market forces — it’s the only song they know

So come and rock my soul — where sin and sorry lie
White horses carry me — unto the other side

Poor boy — I’m livin’ in a country where my thoughts are cold
Poor boy — I’m waitin’ for the harvest of the seeds I sow

A flower in the night — with thoughts of days gone by
I’ve got to ring that bell — and I’ll be satisfied

Poor boy — I’m wearin’ silver slippers and a long white gown
Poor boy — I picture in my mind the day the walls come down

Poor boy — I’m livin’ in a country where I’m never free
Poor boy — I’m writing down the names of all the things I see