"Do you smoke opium?" he said 
As he opened my wallet on the street 
Please god please can you breathe a little softer 
It's hard enough to stand up straight cause I'm beat 
Don't call your girlfriend on the phone 
There's lots of other numbers you can use 
Get this dial tone off me 

Let's go out and get some coffee 
Caffeine will make you less and less confused
I didn't want to be Chinese 
I just ended up in this part of town 
I'm an entertainer 
And I will try to make you saner 
At least turn your frown upside down 

Her take a look upon my face 
It's dark, I know you can't see at all 
But try and take some notice 
At least try and focus 
Or else you're going to stumble or even fall
There's a man coming from the south land 
Just coming off the fix, the sleeve tricks 

Strike it up if judah sticks 
The brass band, hold hands 
Right across the new land 
Have an accent pay your rent, at least conceal your identity 
Cause it's cheaper when it's free 
The warble in the purple 
And the bubble's in trouble again

I heard there was a murder just upstairs 
I saw the graffiti on the van 
The tears on her cheek, were as clean as a squeak 
A crack in the window and they ran 
Please let me hold you by the belt the fall is at least three stories down 
It's easier I swear, comb your teeth and brush your hair 
A few flights of steps and we're into town

"do you smoke opium?" he said 
As he offered the back seat of a cab 
If you have no quid, don't you even make a bid 
Don't worry, I'll just put it on your tab 
The yellow of the hood began to roar 
The seat became soft or so it seemed 
Just press it to your skin, and let the fun begin 

The music inside your throat will make you scream
There's a man coming from the south land 
Just coming off the fix, the sleeve tricks 
Strike it up if judah sticks 
The brass band, hold hands 
Right across the new land 
Have an accent pay your rent, at least conceal your identity 

Cause it's cheaper when it's free 
The warble in the purple 
And the bubble's in trouble again
You don't know me, but I'm famous 
You might even like me, given a chance 
I'm nervous, and I'm shaking 

I'm toasted, and I'm still baking 
From the drug that gives this evening such romance
"do you smoke opium?" he said 
As we walked into the early morning gray 
With my hand upon his sleeve, before I took my leave 
I said "no, and now I'll be on my way"