Jumpsuit City

All the way from Bucharest your skin crawled on the way to HollywoodThrough a hole in the wallYou saw the free world trading in bonesThere’s a guardian angel at the windowStaring at the cornerShe’s nowhere to goShe’s in the free world trading her bonesBut if your mother don’t like it she don’t need to knowAs long as your sending the money homeWhat happened to the body of the child she bore?Answers on a postcard from Jumpsuit CitySprayed by a moonbeam through the Linden leavesCast in a shadow in anonyimtyHe found the free world and sucked on their bonesPerforming for animals he’s dressed to thrillHigh on a pedestal see the surgeon’s skillHe lets the free world feast on his bonesBut if your mother don’t like it she don’t need to knowAs long as your sending the money homeWhat happened to the body of the child she bore?Answers on a postcard from Jumpsuit CityBehind the curtain there’s a sanctuaryFor the businessman and the refugeeThis is the free world and they trade with their bonesA dead flower from a buttonholeLies in the gutter with a million soulsIt’s the free world, and they’re only trading in bonesBut if your mother don’t like it she don’t need to knowAs long as your sending the money homeWhat happened to the body of the child she bore?Answers on a postcard from Jumpsuit City