read the paper any morning, something’s bound to fail,
sad to see the store was closing, everything’s for sale,
Jesus raised the dead, but that does not affect the retail player
named after his friend, and I’ll confess that I have never shopped there,
Lazarus, come forth, there’s no cause for remorse..
and a daughter lost her father, that was on page 12,
(he) played in bands I used to follow, younger than myself,
I cannot pretend to understand the way the time gets passed out,
will the unborn son check out his father’s website, just to find out
what his dad was like? that hardly seems right..
and it’s snowing down on MLK,
yeah, but we’re all off work anyway,
and I wonder if the schoolkids say, hey,
save the weather for a schoolday,
save the weather for a schoolday..
Jesus raised the dead after he wept to hear his friend had parted,
Lord & Taylor’s leaving, too, but that’s not why we’re broken-hearted,
Lazarus, come forth, there’s no cause for remorse,
Lazarus, come forth…
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