Living in the museum
I walk down the hall of bricks
That one I did
Back in 1986
Cant find any paint
Or even one cigarette
The visitors come by and play me
Like a marionette
Back when murder was a crime
It would have never come to this
I would have chronicled the world
Spinning on its axis
They gotta get attendence up
Here in the museum
They’re putting cable in the main room
So the Americans will come in
I wanna throw shit at the walls
I wanna empty out my gun
But the guards are all watching
And I can’t talk to anyone
Barry Manilow is drinking
Down at the corner bar
Tonya Harding is trying
To break into my car
Living in the museum
I’m wearing Superman’s cape
I might as well sell some tickets
Cause there ain’t no escape
Oh, back when murder
Back when murder was a crime
I was good to go
Now I’m looking for one song
For one song
That will soothe my soul
Living out of Caledonia
There can be no goin back
In the chemical laboratory
There’s a chemical attack
There’s a beaker full of DNA
That’s my brother, the artist
And there’s a test tube full of enzymes
To make sure sister ain’t depressed
Over there’s where Galileo
Cloned Shakespeare’s mom
Over there is the soundstage
That used to be the farm
I’m waitin for instructions
I’m waitin for my landlord
To assign me a closet
And collect my room and board
I know that it’s sunny
‘cause the radio said
It’s high time Charlie
To roll out of bed
Oh, back when murder
Back when murder was a crime
I was good to go
I’m looking for one song
For one song
That will soothe my soul
Tell me everything(6x)
So if you find me a mirror
I’ll show you who I am
I’ll explain you the differencer
Between me and uncle sam
I wanna know everybody
I wanna do everything
I thought I was the matador
Turns out I’m the ring
And when the bullfight is over
And the last trumpet’s played
Lights are out and the gates are locked
And here I stay
Waiting waiting waiting waiting
For the new millenium
For the year 3,000
When they fight the bulls again
But I’m fortunate that I know
To still have you
And if I’m locked in the museum
At least I got the view
Oh, oh, back when murder
Back when murder was a crime
I was good to go
Now I’m looking for one song
For one song
To soothe my soul…..
(lyrics: Dan Bern)