LAZARUS IN FLAMES 

I saw her at the zoo today, what can I say? She's off the drugs now, said to say hey, 
And did you still play bass in that Paperback Writer-style? 
She's looking good, she's got Marianne Faithfull's smile.
And we laughed about the old days, how we had so much fun, 
We were like Baader-Meinhof but without the guns, 
We were like Baader-Meinhof but without the guns.... 
She said life pans out like a bitch, it's just so unfair, 
I said Yeah but you still got that mohican pubic hair, I bet you do, 
'Cos she worked for a spell in this upmarket hostess-bar, 
All these alpha-males come from close and from afar, 
So she's sitting there in some statesman's face 
Thinking about home, dreaming about the old place, 
Thinking about home, dreaming about the old place.... 
She was married for a while to one of those sensitive men, 
Liked to watch Thelma & Louise over and over and over again, 
Till he caught her naked with a jazzman, caused so much razzamatazz, 
It wasn't the sex, though, he just hated jazz, 
So she's allergic to love now, may Eros rot in Hell, 
You get too close you get two sharp shakes of her leper's bell, 
You get too close you get two sharp shakes of her leper's bell.... 
And the sky grew dark and the sun grew cold.... 
And the sky grew dark and the sun grew cold.... 
It's like some demon's inside her, some kind of lynch-mob in her soul, 
So they fill her full of medication, lock her up in a hole, 
Till you're sick and confused and you don't know just where you are, 
But you're a fucking long way from Shangri-La, 
But you're a fucking long way from Shangri-La.... 
When the shit-missile strikes it's always the same, 
First you're Lazarus reborn then you're Lazarus in flames, 
First you're Lazarus back from the dead then you're Lazarus up in flames....