It's Liza with a Z, not Lisa with a S
'Cause Lisa with a S goes S, not Z, huh
It's Liza with a Z, not Lisa with a S
'Cause Lisa with a S goes S, not Z, huh
All God's children needs traveling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear
Now your conscience is clear
In the morning, when I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think that I can be so willed
And never do what you say
And never do what you say
Look, my eyes are just holograms
Look, your love has drawn red from my hands
In my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
(Twist, twist)
We just poked a little empty pie
For the fun that people had at night
Late at night don't need hostility