Navy Sheets (Remastered 2018)

I guess we met a couple bona fide angels
But they all seem kind of fat and fatigued
And now we're trying to match the mouths to the screams
At the heads of the dreams
Everybody's searching out the softest scene
All dolled up for the funeral feast
Everybody's stabbing at the beggar's feast
Clever kids kissing on a bleak retreat
And now I'm not really sure we were lovers
Or if it was just some kind of car crash
Now we're trying to find a DNA match
To match the heads to the hats
Everybody's reaching for the sharpest knife
Legs wide open on the opening night
Everybody's bathing in the laser lights
Clever kids screwing with some new device
Sunday morning, sidewalk splattered
Feeling rich in stylish tatters
This just used to seem like glamour
I remember when it mattered
Can't get over what's transpired
Left home virgins came back vampires
Still get out like backstretch choir
We look dead or really tired
Everybody's coming onto Navy Street
Everybody's coming onto Navy Street
Everybody wants to suck on something sweet
Everybody's coming onto Navy Street
Everybody's coming onto Navy Street