I was caught in a bad dream I was locked out on love I got stuck in the slipstream until I lucked out for once In the sky behind this club I saw her face high rise It didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile But we played at CBGB on a 4th of July 3 a.m. Sound man wanted to kill us then He was strung out on Ex-Lax, he was fucked in his lungs He got shot out on Avenue A while sucking on some slut's tongue He would dress up like a whore just to get lucky once in a while I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile But then we played at the Knitting Factory for fifteen people Thirty bucks an' someone broke into the goddamn truck He had shit in his pants, he had a needle in his arm He just stole a couple sleeping bags that he needed to stay warm He couldn't even walk, we found him crawling in a garbage pile I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile But we met with even greater misfortune in the Armpit of the Americas Four dumb hicks from hunger, we got ripped off by these assholes At a Fort Lee garage, they didn't weld that motherfucking leaf spring Now those sparks were a mirage, we hallucinated freely Huddled shivering on the tile And I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile But six hundred dollars later we were still drinking bad coffee Couldn't sleep stomachs were full of pizza grease Well I called her up long-distance there was freezing on the line Did she trust me, could she throw me with a strong breeze from behind? Oh, no and no again, no fucking shit a crazy smile And I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile But the stage was set for tension so I cried and I spit I drooled and wept and I hit the gas for Pittsburgh I was caught in a bad dream I was out on the nod I got stuck in the slipstream until I blacked out Until I blacked out thank God