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cause I lost my job
two weeks before Christmas
and I talked to Jesus at the sewer
and the Pope said it was none of his goddamn business
while the rain drank champagne
my Estonian archangel came and got me wasted
cause the sweetest kiss I ever got
no one I've never tasted
oh but they'll take their bonus pay
to Molly McDonald
neon lady
beauties and witch obeys
his ball or barrel
cause my heart's become a crooked hotel
full of rumors
but it's I who pays the rent
before these fingered face are the tuners
and I make sixteen solid half hour friendships
every evening
cause your queen of hearts who's half a stone and likes to laugh alone
is always threatening you with leaving
oh but they'll play those token games
on Willie Thompson
and give a medal to replace the son
of Mrs. Annie Johnson
cause they told me everybody's gotta pay the dues
and I explained that I had overpaid them
so overdue I went to the company store
and the clerk there said that they had just been invaded
so I set sail in a teardrop
and escaped beneath the door sill
cause the smell of her perfume
echoes in my head still
cause I see my people trying to drown the sun
in weekends of whisky sours
cause how many times can you wake up in this comic book
and plant flowers?
