Alex McMurray

Your pocket’s a little lighter

You’re reeling in the dawn

you make you way down Esplanade

after everybody’s gone

you stand outside her window

she turns her head away

on the day after Mardi Gras day

Let’s all go get our ashes

Let’s get down on our knees

while bits of broken costumes

hang in tatters in the trees

lord, I’m not a praying man,

but I can see no other way

on the day after Mardi Gras day

hey, on the day, after Mardi Gras day

they say it takes only forty days

to make that Jesus die

so why’s it got to happen every year?

we're never going to get it right

so what’s the use in trying?

guess I’ll just sell my car

and disappear

Let’s sleep here in our makeup

with the garbage all around

let’s learn to live another day

with our trinkets on the ground

cause she’s probably on a bus by now

to Miami or L.A.

on the day, after Mardi Gras day

hey, on the day, after Mardi Gras day