You've got trouble with your memories
Trouble with your name
You die from dope or a heart attack
They both turn out the same
First there comes an angel
Puts you to the test
You burn away the future or you burn away the past
And then the crowd hears your condition
It's crazy how a man can sound
He'll tell you all about the hunter
Who set the hound-dog on his pride
All about the contracts
And how they blur you deep inside
Then the man gives back his whole life
Just to try to hit his stride
At the Warfield
At the Warfield
And we tend to put him down
But I think the King was back in town
At the Warfield
There were tickets on the sidewalk
There were more inside the cage
First the truth is an illusion
Now the truth is on the stage
Power to the prisoners soaking up the sin
Power to the preachers
When they go to face their Lord again
I said the man he's got ambition
Let him tell me what he has to say
He said let's just strip away this flesh and blood
Down to the very soul
Nobody knows a thing about who's really in control
Now me and Mona Lisa
We're gonna sing some rock and roll
At the Warfield
At the Warfield
And we tend to put him down
I tried to live in Hollywood
Now I'm trying to live it down
I tried to live in Washington
But that was a military town
Where one man needs a dealer
Another needs a bride
Another needs a saviour 'cause he can't be pacified
When you get weary in the darkness
Jesus gonna move that stone
Then he said when you're really all alone
You've got to bargain with a cheat
This is where the romance and the real world meet
So fuck this desolation
Let's go dancing in the street
At the Warfield
At the Warfield
And we tend to put him down
I think the King was back in town
At the Warfield