Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas
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And I talked to Jesus at the sewer
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And the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business
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While the rain drank champagne
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My Estonian Archangel came and got me wasted
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Cause the sweetest kiss I ever got is the one I've never tasted
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Oh but they'll take their bonus pay to Molly McDonald,
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Neon ladies, beauty is that which obeys, is bought or borrowed
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Cause my heart's become a crooked hotel full of rumours
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But it's I who pays the rent for these fingered-face out-of-tuners
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and I make 16 solid half hour friendships every evening
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Cause your queen of hearts who is half a stone
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And likes to laugh alone is always threatening you with leaving
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Oh but they play those token games on Willy Thompson
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And give a medal to replace the son of Mrs. Annie Johnson
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Cause they told me everybody's got to pay their dues
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And I explained that I had overpaid them
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So overdued I went to the company store
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and the clerk there said that they had just been invaded
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So I set sail in a teardrop and escaped beneath the doorsill
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Cause the smell of her perfume echoes in my head still
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Cause I see my people trying to drown the sun
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In weekends of whiskey sours
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Cause how many times can you wake up in this comic book and plant flowers?
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