As the fanfare stops, the murder was recorded
In the bedroom where you told the story to yourself
This house was not a home
Johnny had a hit: It was born, not written
It was living proof that the stars will fumble all the same
In their old, forgotten cars
Now we've grown too abstract
All our passions are regional
Our fortune's ignored and we're facing the ridicule
Is it closing in on you like it's closing in on me?
While the surprise crooks all drove south to heaven
You were digging your hole down to the poison in your heart
Leave it in your judgement drawer
Meet me at the drop, I will be your cover
In the the thrill of the night I'll be waiting down
On Massachusetts Street
With the shovel and body parts
Now we've grown too abstract
All our passions are regional
Our fortune's ignored and we're facing the ridicule
Is it closing in on you like it's closing in on me?
Now we're naked and cold
All our heroes are liquefied
We'll be forty or fifty and our minds won't be satisfied
Is it closing in on you like it's closing in on me?
Living life with schadenfreude
It's a sacrifice for the midnight gods
It's harder now than it ever was to keep it all alive
We're on the run, in harmony
It's in our blood, it's in New Jersey
It's all you keep when all your demons go in for the night
Now we've grown too abstract
All our passions are regional
Our fortune's ignored and we're facing the ridicule
Is it closing in on you like it's closing in on me?
Now we're naked and cold
All our heroes are liquefied
We'll be forty or fifty and our minds won't be satisfied
Is it closing in on you like it's closing in on me?