Christenings

I met you in a record store

You had slept in the clothes you wore

But I knew I'd seen you somewhere before

What happened to your guitar?

And what happened to the prettiest star?

Can you still play the songs that got you so far?

Hey, you, with your shadow in the gutter

How low have you gotta go before you're through?

High times and vodka in the morning

All your memories are coming out of your shoes

Black dog sitting in the park

Odd looks from the mothers of the devil's own

Shoplifting, getting your essentials

Gate crashing christenings, funerals

And weddings, too

I used to see you all the time on MTV

Read your life story in a magazine

I guess you thought that's the way it would always be

But I believe in you

'Cause I think that'd you'd want me to

Though I never really liked your songs, it's true

Hey, you, with your shadow in the gutter

How low have you gotta go before you're through?

High times and vodka in the morning

All your memories are coming out of your shoes

Black dog sitting in the park

Odd looks from the mothers of the devil's own

Shoplifting, getting your essentials

Gate crashing christenings, funerals

And weddings, too

Hey, you, with your shadow in the gutter

How low have you gotta go before you're through?

High times and vodka in the morning

All your memories are coming out of your shoes

Black dog sitting in the park

Odd looks from the mothers of the devil's own

Shoplifting, getting your essentials

Gate crashing christenings, funerals

And weddings, too