Need no superman, no man of steal
No holy waters to set my sail
Walked up from the catacombs, death valley below
From the devil's tower let the truth be told

Jaded Tourist in my neighborhood
Still shadows of our former self
Water lines in the alley, time to fly

You lift me up just to put me down
Reel me in and you break the line
And the sound of the sacred steal
From the Jersey side
Lose your faith and you lose your mind
Outta my way, gonna gun you down
Hold this wheel gonna run aground

Jaded Tourist in my neighborhood
Still shadows of our former self
Water lines in the alley, time to fly

Give me candle, give me light
Back rooms a saxophone
Insane mothers birth into the night
Still gone but not forgotten

You kill the weakest and the herd runs strong
You kill the strongest and you sing along
A gold cross around her neck, and a union jack
And the congregation from a shotgun shack, singin'
Outta my way, gonna gun you down
Hold this wheel gonna run aground

Jaded Tourist in my neighborhood
Still shadows of our former self
Water lines in the alley, time to fly

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Writer(s): DAVID SCHOOLS, DOMINGO ORTIZ, JIMMY EDDIE HERRING JR., JOHN BELL, JOHN ROBERT HERMANN, TODD NANCE