Overture: A Tourist / A Contact / A Prisoner
Excuse me, excuse me
Can you show me the way out of here?
Of course, this way
Just pass the headless Horsemen, the Café Shabu
And how far is that?
Not far, you're the tourist here
You should take it easy, if you can trust a stranger
Follow me
I don't mind if I do
I'm a stranger here with a sense of regret that I'd like to forget that I drank from a paranoid glass
I come from a paranoid base
Sure, I spent time in prison
A prison of my own devices
Haven't we all?
I'm a foreigner here, and I'm feeling just a little worn
I'm looking for points of importance and historical interest
Trapped by the same rate of exchange of that I'm running away from
And as we all know, we hate to change
But change is a virtue, my friend
If you want to escape, all you have to do is make up your mind
But you're not a prisoner here
And I'm made to work with my hands
Part of my sentence for taking the license to think of impossible plans
Working my fingers to the bone
Keeping my hands on the rungs of that ladder
That leads us out of the gutter to the light
It's all been a big mistake
I've done nothing wrong
I'm just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here
Can you show me the way out of here?
Of course, this way
Just pass the headless Horsemen, the Café Shabu
And how far is that?
Not far, you're the tourist here
You should take it easy, if you can trust a stranger
Follow me
I don't mind if I do
I'm a stranger here with a sense of regret that I'd like to forget that I drank from a paranoid glass
I come from a paranoid base
Sure, I spent time in prison
A prison of my own devices
Haven't we all?
I'm a foreigner here, and I'm feeling just a little worn
I'm looking for points of importance and historical interest
Trapped by the same rate of exchange of that I'm running away from
And as we all know, we hate to change
But change is a virtue, my friend
If you want to escape, all you have to do is make up your mind
But you're not a prisoner here
And I'm made to work with my hands
Part of my sentence for taking the license to think of impossible plans
Working my fingers to the bone
Keeping my hands on the rungs of that ladder
That leads us out of the gutter to the light
It's all been a big mistake
I've done nothing wrong
I'm just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here
I'm just an innocent here
Credits
Writer(s): John Davies Cale, Bob Neuwirth
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