I was caught in a bad dream I was locked out on love   I got stuck in the slipstream 'til I lucked out for once   In the sky behind this club I saw her face high-rise   I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile   but we played at CBGB on a 4th of July 3 a.m.   Soundman wanted to kill us then   He was strung out on Ex-Lax he was fucked in his lungs   He got shot out on Avenue A   while sucking on some slut's tongue   He would dress up like a whore   just to get lucky once in a while   I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile   but we played at the Knitting Factory for fifteen people   thirty bucks someone broke into the goddamn truck   He had shit in his pants he had a needle in his arm   He just stole a couple sleeping bags   that he needed to stay warm   He couldn't even walk   We found him crawling in a garbage pile   I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile   but we met with even greater misfortune   in the Armpit of the Americas four dumb hicks from hunger   We got ripped off by these assholes at a Fort Lee garage   They didn't weld that motherfucking leaf spring   Those sparks were a mirage   We hallucinated freely huddled shivering on the tile   I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile   Six hundred dollars later we were still drinking bad coffee   Couldn't sleep stomachs were full of pizza grease   I called her up long-distance   There was freezing on the line   Did she trust me   Could she throw me with a strong breeze from behind   No and no again no fucking shit a crazy smile   I didn't want to lose it on that miracle mile   but the stage was set for tension so I cried and I spit   I drooled and wept and I hit the gas for Pittsburgh   I was caught in a bad dream I was out on the nod   I got stuck in the slipstream until I blacked out thank God