[Lyric] Burlesque Egg (Hail)

Man weeps
For big fat eggs
Face swollen and stretched
On smoke tinted glass
Hasn't spoken to himself
For a week
Has taken a few drowns
In a few hundred drinks
He's unwinding the way
To a tinsel dream
His clouded table
Could land him tomorrow

[Chorus]
On the sunny-side-up-side
Of the street

Lights blink and ring
Nickel silver
Fixed in his gut
His gut is bottomless
One more ride down the sewer
One more ride to the moon
What does it matter?
We all land
[Chorus]
On the sunny-side-up-side
Of the street

By "God Bless America"
And the "please"
Underneath his breath
Wobbles a dream come true

In the yolk of a G-string
Out of the white of a plastic moon

She enters on a flood
Of ochre light
Dolled up
In dry ice and feathers
Maybe a little fried
But she'll put him

[Chorus]
On the sunny-side-up-side
Of the street