Viceroy’s Row Elvis Costello and The Roots

[Verse 1]
Now there's a crank in every crowd sprinkling gunpowder
Seems that everything is about to blow
They lit the burning paper with a waxen taper
Sitting up here on Viceroy's Row

[Chorus]
And they're gathering flowers in the crack of hours
Where all of the nightmares go
Watching the pipeline as it overflowed
Sitting pretty here on Viceroy's Row

[Verse 2]
He made a fortune out of barbed wire in the last days of the Empire
Built a cast-iron curtain just to keep control
He was a tycoon, then a cheapskate, went out looking for a keepsake
To tuck into his suitcase on Viceroy's Row

[Chorus]
And they're gathering flowers in the crack of hours
Where all of the nightmares go
Watching the pipeline as it overflowed
Sitting pretty here on Viceroy's Row

[Verse 3]
He had a satchel full of cash and dishes full of ashes
He went from boom to bust in the blinking of a lash
Heard the rat-a-tat of the late patrol
Shooting out the lights up on Viceroy's Row