Haven’t slept in seven days, I gotta keep my story straightnCleaning up my unclean way and I got to stay awakennThey’re on the sidewalk, on the rooftopnAll they do is talk, talk, talk about mennNow I know how neon feelsnFluorescent steals my eyesnNever closennHaven’t slept in eighteen days, can’t keep my story straightnThe hidden camera doesn’t faze me but I’ve got to staynAway from eavesdropping operators, buzzing lights innElevatorsmicrophonic lovers under mennThey’re on the rooftop, on the sidewalknAll they do is talk, talk, talk about menThey talk about mennNow I know how neon feelsnFluorescent steals my eyesnNever close a dead man’s dealsnNo coffin seals my eyesnNever closennDon’t they know who I think I am?nI’m a child of god, I’m an honest mannDon’t they know who I think I am?nI’m a man of god, I’m an idle handnDon’t they know who I think I am?nI’m the hand of god, I’m the end of mannnNow I know how neon feelsnFluorescent steals my eyesnNever close a dead man’s dealsnNo coffin seals my eyesnNever close