Cut loose in a nightmare, cast off in my dreams
If home is anywhere that I can hang my hat
Then it`s coming apart at the seams
My luck is hanging upside down
I try to hold on tight
But money`s rolling out of town
And love slips right out of sight

And these bones, they don`t look so good to me
Jokers talk and they all disagree
One day soon, I will laugh right in the face of the poison moon

You look in the mirror
I`m sorry, but it can`t be replaced
You`re thrown straight out in that cruel parade
Buttoned down and laced
It starts like fascination, it ends up like a trance
You've gotta use your imagination on some of that magazine romance

And these bones--they don`t look so good to me
Jokers talk and they all disagree
One day soon, I will laugh right in the face of the poison moon
One day soon, I will laugh right in the face of the poison moon

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Writer(s): ELVIS COSTELLO