Even Adam Kevin Helen

If I stood Sin City on its side A towering right-hook of lights about 10 miles high And you can fear not Cause my entire face hurts A swollen jaw and blood on my shirt From the fat-lip that this dry air provides But, who is taking sides? A one-hundred-and-twenty hour alcohol party In a blur of business cards and catalogs Getting started And no one's been pronouncing my name right No one's been saying my name right Making my waiting more urgent for a new home And a four hour red-eye flight No one's been saying my name right No one's been saying my name right No one's been saying my name right No one's been pronouncing my name right