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Cause I lost my jobtwo weeks before Christmas,and I talked to Jesus at the sewer,And the Pope saidit was none of his God-damned business,while the rain drank champagne.
My Estonian Archangel cameand got me wasted,'cause the sweetest kiss I ever gotis the one I've never tasted.Oh, but they'll taketheir bonus pay to Molly McDonald,neon ladies, beauty is that which obeys,is bought or borrowed.
Cause my heart's becomea crooked hotel full of rumours.But it's I who pays the rentfor these fingered-face out-of-tuners,and I make 16 solid half hour friendships,every evening.
'Cause your queen of heartswho is half a stone,and likes to laugh aloneis always threatening you with leaving.Oh, but they playthose token games on Willy Thompson.And give a medal to replacethe son of Mrs. Annie Johnson.
'Cause they told meeverybody's got to pay their dues.And I explained that I had overpaid them,so overdued I went to the company store,and the clerk there saidthat they had just been invaded,so I set sail in a teardropand escaped beneath the doorsill.
'Cause the smell of her perfumeechoes in my head still.'Cause I see my people trying to drown the sunin weekends of whiskey sours.'Cause how many times can you wake upin this comic book and plant flowers?