Lyrics Newmyer's Roof - Craig Finn

There were those same bloodsuckers in the lobby again
And when they called my name I waved.
I thought they might be my old friends.

They had the cross in the car.
They had the pig in the pen.
I was in the bathroom doing my best to ascend.

Doubting Thomas had the party supplies.
He said he likes how it looks
When I roll back my eyes

The studio sent a car to collect me.
When the driver dropped me off at the lot
He said he'd never forget me.

The publicist picked up lunch again.
I had a Pabst and some pemmican
She said man, you're so damn American.

Doubting Thomas had his eyebrows raised.
He says he liked me much better
When I was walking away.

No I've never been crucified
I've never suffered or died.
I've never been shot.
But I've been lied to a lot.

Hotel lobby late night TV
You're either up on the stage
Or you're down on your knees

Blood on my hands
Ash in my wine
You can see how I get anxious sometimes.

Nails in my hand
Blood in my eyes
I feel pretty cool but I know I look fried

All these tall tales and one tiny truth
I saw the towers go down
From up on Newmeyer's roof.

Yeah we were frightened.
Yeah we were drinking.
It was all so confusing.

Doubting Thomas went and talked to the cops.
He said this sure seems like an inside job.

No I've never been crucified
I've never suffered or died.
I've never been shot.
But I've been lied to a lot.

Hotel bar the game on TV
You're either up on the lights
Or you're out on the streets.

We always want more but we get what we need.
I saw your girl at the movies
She seems pretty sweet.

Doubting Thomas has the cynical take
He said the more you destroy
The more that you make.

No I've never been crucified
I've never suffered or died.
I've never been shot.
But I've been lied to a lot.

Look at these mountains.
Look at these trees.
Tom, there must be something you believe.

Tom, there must be something you believe.