He was feeling invulnerable
That was foolish but wonderful
But of course the first one was always free
He`s got one wrist in heaven, one ankle in hell
Somebody pushed or he just fell
He`s riding the subway watching the lights play
red yellow green he`s always somewhere in between
the station he wants, the station he needs,
and the station where the chickenhawks come to feed
Refrain:
Since the worm turned he`s learned
This apple`s a blood-filled tear
And he falls down laughing, he falls down laughing
He falls down and he disappears
First he tried to be pure now he just wants a cure
He`s wasted, his skin`s sore, he`s flat-out poor
When you live in doubt that`s when your luck runs out
He`s on the roof alone, outside the zone
Now he`s on the street again when he calls him then
Billy just cannot resist
Now he`s an orphan sleeping with the coffins
Just like Oliver Twist
Well since the worm turned . . .
Billy`s tired of the lies, he`s turning every fire
Looking for his own past
He`s limping in the water searching for the quarter
Inch of clarity
His future is raining blood like stars
He`s fallen so far behind
He might as well be blind
Watching late-night film noir inside of stolen cars
His tongue stuck frozen to the monkey bars
His ladder lost its rungs, Billy speaks in tongues
Every time he`s in the clear his past looks back and sneers
But since the worm turned . . .