Lyrics

In the pocket of a blazer I found at Goodwill I was delighted to discover a twenty dollar bill But the man on the front didn't look much like Grant Yes, the man on the front was no president man And the man on the front had a gun in his hand And the man on the front was you Covered in veins From head to toe, so varicose Look at your veins Like Pinocchio, showing every pulse As a major metropolitan district is serviced by trains So is your body and its veins And I can see you make it easy when you meet with the nurse I bet you need no tourniquet when you are shooting up horse What's a tiger gotta do to fend off wannabes? Oh, that's right, you better run, I got a million of these One time I noticed your face beneath the hands of a clock And then I picked up my traipse towards the end of the block And as I'm fastening my jacket, I'm feeling like a criminal Putting on my hat and I'm feeling like a criminal Walking down the block and I'm feeling like a criminal Carrying you into a bank Armed with your veins Check out your veins Although everyone's accustomed to gyri on their brains Not your whole body 'cause I can't bear to look but I can't stop staring It's got me shaking and it's got me swearing A pit full of snakes or a cabbage can't compare and In case you didn't know, I see your veins