Primitive Radio Gods Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand

Off of their 1st album Rocket. One of my favorite songs from the 90 s. LYRICS: Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep Moonlight spills on comic books And superstars in magazines An old friend calls and tells us where to meet Her plane takes off from Baltimore And touches down on Bourbon Street We sit outside and argue all night long About a god we ve never seen But never fails to side with me Sunday comes and all the papers say Ma Teresa s joined the mob And happy with her full time job Do do do do d