Christenings

I met you in a record store You had slept in the clothes you wore But I knew I'd seen you somewhere before What happened to your guitar? And what happened to the prettiest star? Can you still play the songs that got you so far? Hey, you, with your shadow in the gutter How low have you gotta go before you're through? High times and vodka in the morning All your memories are coming out of your shoes Black dog sitting in the park Odd looks from the mothers of the devil's own Shoplifting, getting your essentials Gate crashing christenings, funerals And weddings, too I used to see you all the time on MTV Read your life story in a magazine I guess you thought that's the way it would always be But I believe in you 'Cause I think that'd you'd want me to Though I never really liked your songs, it's true Hey, you, with your shadow in the gutter How low have you gotta go before you're through? High times and vodka in the morning All your memories are coming out of your shoes Black dog sitting in the park Odd looks from the mothers of the devil's own Shoplifting, getting your essentials Gate crashing christenings, funerals And weddings, too Hey, you, with your shadow in the gutter How low have you gotta go before you're through? High times and vodka in the morning All your memories are coming out of your shoes Black dog sitting in the park Odd looks from the mothers of the devil's own Shoplifting, getting your essentials Gate crashing christenings, funerals And weddings, too