On the corner of Bourbon & Division    Crawling down the crooked streets at dawn   She said: don't come back, all is not forgiven    So you fall inside a bottle and a song    Splinters of thought dropping slowly    Snapping like branches in the wind    So you light a dog-end smoke    And you're laughing as you choke    And you give the wheel of fortune one more spin       Do you remember what you came here for?    Her words of wisdom scratched into the door    You can almost taste the emptiness    Hung inside her tallow dress    Can the darkness be as empty as it seems    When the factories of night hum with their dreams?    And you watch a skinny dog cut across that dusty lot    Like the surface of the moon       In the decompression chamber    Cooling in the conversation pit    Sleeping underneath yesterday's papers    And pretending the tsunami hasn't hit    Friday was the crucifixion    Saturday cremation under glass    The Resurrection was on Sunday    No, correction, make it Monday    'Cause Monday's when they come to take the trash       Do you remember what you came here for?    Her words of wisdom cut into the door    You can almost taste the emptiness    Hung inside her tallow dress    Can the darkness be as empty as it seems    When the factories of night hum with their dreams?    And you watch a skinny dog cut across that dusty lot    Like the surface of the moon