Lyrics

Five girls leaning on the bar tonight Five tattoos at the small of their back Since when did our skin become a canvas? I want to ask the one with the cellophane backpack Yeah, and I think that I might tell her That she's looking like a billboard With that shirt that's cute But oh-so-inappropriate for the season Instead I drag my hand across the bar And grab my keys and walk away Oh, but you can't be crucified For the things that you don't say There's something going down on 7th Avenue Some dude handcuffed and down on his knees And these boys couldn't be less interested Bunch of Kojak wannabes Yeah, well, you could shave your head and suck a lollipop And still end up a traffic cop Trying hard tonight to choose between The Chocolate Glaze and Boston Cream Oh, but you can't be crucified For the things that you don't dream He's lost in austerity In his 40-story tower Rolling in prosperity And grateful for his power He's no maverick, but he sleeps just fine And he once told me if he said 'no' ten times He'd be right at least nine I said, Hey If Edison had said no If Jonas Salk had said no If Debussy had said no If Jesus Christ had said no If Willie Mays had said no If Shakespeare had said no If Sigmund Freud had said no I'll tell you where we'd be We'd be sick and in the darkness With no one to inspire us And nothing on TV And even less in the fridge We'd be blaming dad for everything And not even have our Sundays off to barbeque But you can't be crucified For the things you don't do So you might as well put it on the line once in a while Maybe leave something more than ashes in a pile You got a brain, you got style So you might as well put it on the line once in a while Yeah, well, I forgot my glasses So it's back to that bar I go Another chance to tell that girl She shouldn't let a stranger Stick a pen into her ass, but no Instead of being helpful I realize what I really want to do Is see the whole tattoo Trace it with my lips And erase it with my tongue Finger paint the remaining Chinese alphabet With the hot fudge I saved from Boule Bakery Which took a month to get a reservation Plus, I didn't know I had to slip Pierre a fifty Not to be put next to the bathrooms With the pictures of the little hen And rooster on the door Now I found my glasses But instead of 'fessing up I catch her eye and give a stupid halfway smile And a feeble little nod And mumble something about an early day Oh, but you can't be crucified For the things that you don't say