Counting Crows

I'm a Russian Jew American
Impersonating African Jamaican What I want to be is an Indian
I'm gonna be a cowboy in the end
I guess I bought a gun
because it impresses all the litle girls I see
and then they all wanna sleep with me
Oh whre did we disappear
into the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end
Where these people who impersonate our friends
Say come again come again come again
Into the dark Italian underground
with disco lights and disco sounds and skinny
girls who drink champagne
Then they take me on their knees again,
and pull me up and out the door
past railway cars and tranny-whores
And mornings spreading out across the feathered thighs of angels
Oh were did we disappear to
the silence that surrounds us and then drowns us in the end
Will they try to get you out to pull you in