When all this mess will ever get away, apart from Chinatown Weaving in and out of line, the sidewalk's full of merchandise And now my nervous tick has got to quit, my cheeks are chewed down to the bit Upon the roof is stealing as the hustling crowds still reached out I go up there and light a leaf and wish our turn was next now And there will have been some of us that's back inside a haunted house I packed my bags and filled 'em with my useless drive by merry homes Lion in a coma, lion in a coma Please don't leave me, seems I feel good, I've been lucky trying to feel good