Christenings

I met you in a record store
You had slept in the clothes you wore
But I knew I'd seen you somewhere before.

What happened to your guitar?
What happened to the prettiest star?
Can you still play the songs that got you so far?

Hey you with your shadow in the gutter
How low have you got to go before you're through?
High times, a butler in the morning
All your memories are coming out of your shoes.

Black dog, sitting in the park
Odd looks from the mothers of the devil's own
Shoplifting getting your essentials
Gate crashing christenings and funerals
And weddings too.

I used to see you all the time on MTV
Read your life story in a magazine
I guess you thoughts that's the way it would always be
But I believe in you
Cause I think that'd you'd want me to
Though I never really liked your songs it's true.

Hey you with your shadow in the gutter
How low have you got to go before you're through?
High times, a butler in the morning
All your memories are coming out of your shoes.

Black dog, sitting in the park
Odd looks from the mothers of the devil's own
Shoplifting getting your essentials
Gate crashing christenings and funerals
And weddings too.