The light is green, but you're not moving It's a stoplight, after all It's not a go light It ain't your night You need a bug-light, so you can pop and crawl Sure, I'll share your ugly duckling alcohol Surgery's over and you're bouncin' back So spill your guts, friend But, hey, not on my pants You're not out of luck You still got half a pack of cigarettes It's anomie, lonely, lonely boy Why don't you go see a show? It's a sure-fire cure Pretend the drumbeat is your heart Double Joe Double Joe He ain't afraid of his cymbals All those jumpin' jacks They're just heart attacks The sugar smacks you every time You wanna be anonymous, well You could be like parallel lines If you wanna be untouchable, well You could be a hologram But home is where you hang out Not where you hang yourself Life is just a fleetin' opportunity To do a belly-dance on an atomic particle Existence is essence and love is just a silly aftertaste It's anomie, lonely, lonely, boy Why don't you go see a show? It's a sure-fire cure Pretend the drumbeat is your heart Double Joe Double Joe He ain't afraid of his cymbals Double Joe He ain't afraid of his cymbals