Riches to rags,
I come from the grave, moved by the power of your voice,
I'll not shut the night up inside of me,
Immersed in the burning flame, back into misery.
She'll be looking at my picture when I knock on the door,
I'll say, "I'm no ghost, touch me,"
She'll say, "Your tracking dust on the kitchen floor..."
Like Lazarus, like Lazarus,
Like Lazarus, like Lazarus.
There's a foul wind blowing, it's a pungent smell,
A bump in the night and a muffled cry,
One candle burns in the living room window,
Could it be she's in there?
Waiting for me in there,
She was just getting over it,
Now I'm gonna drop in,
I'll say, "Surprise, Daddy's home,"
She'll say, "Hey baby, just how have you been?"
Like Lazarus.
Riches to rags,
I come from the grave, moved by the power of your voice,
I'll not shut the night up inside of me,
Immersed in the burning flame, back into misery.
She'll be looking at my picture when I knock on the door,
I'll say, "I'm no ghost, touch me,"
She'll say, "Your tracking dust on the kitchen floor..."
Like Lazarus, like Lazarus,
Like Lazarus, like Lazarus,
Like Lazarus, like Lazarus,
Like Lazarus, like Lazarus,
Like Lazarus, like Lazarus,
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