| Green Limousine |
|---|
| I know there was a story, cause he’d been sitting there for years |
| Behind a cardboard sign, waiting for pity and dollars |
| The young blood gathered ‘round waiting for questions |
| To turn into answers… |
| He’s got a chauffeur driver |
| He’s got a green limousine |
| He’s a millionaire |
| In a wheelchair |
| Edge of the freeway |
| Drive-thru heroin |
| And caviar |
| One day he appeared in his green limousine |
| And put himself in his chair |
| And rolled down the street |
| To a sweet little spot, and he set up his shop… |
| (repeat chorus) |
| He’s the freeway pharmacist |
| The cars are waiting in a line |
| While he reads Voltaire |
| In his wheelchair |
| Edge of the freeway |
| Drive-thru heroin |
| And CaviarAnd the freeway pulses |
| With the blood of the city |
| He’s just a pusher |
| He’s not a guru… |
