It is lonely here like Cleveland,
The Iron bars are tight,
We load up in the evening,
And we drop it off at night.
I am blacking out like Pittsburgh,
I just want to be with you,
I just want something special,
I don't want something new.
I am back in the Land of the living
Back in the land of the living,
Back in the land of the living,
I am back in the land of the living.
Now, I was made from Adam,
And you were made from Eve,
And for my misdirection,
We have hungry mouths to feed.
And for your sly deception,
We labor and we bleed,
But we've got the connection, baby,
And that is all we need.
(chorus)
And now Salome and Sophie,
Are right outside my door,
If you put them together,
They equal thirty-four.
But they don't know what I'm saying,
They haven't got a clue,
They don't want something special, no,
They just want something new.
(Chorus)
