Betty Botter bought a bottle of bitters from the bar
Major Matt, he mixed his mild martinis in a jar
This doggerel is my private hell, these words whose meanings never gel
I’m gonna find you, wherever you are

If I started walking I’d be almost there by now
I’m on the world stage
From the Tel Aviv swamps to the deserts of New Orleans
You can’t read your lines if you can’t find the page

In my rage and shame I cursed
“Bad god, no offerings”
I’m a magi with bad apologies
No scented candles, no shiny things

Never trust a man without a horror story
Eros, the rose and the sore
The hearts of Boston they lie for me
The hearts of Boston have a hurricane to answer for

I drove to your door in a dusty Honda
Or an orange Saab, or an Austrian Mazda
I don’t mind being wrong as long as no-one else is right
The hopes and fears of all the years are still with us tonight

Never trust a man without a horror story
Eros, the rose and the sore
The hearts of Boston they cry for me
The hearts of Boston have a hurricane to answer for

Life never labels the last time you do something
And I swear, I can always do more
I’ve taken enough charity already
And the last thing I need is once more to lose something

It was action-packed in the cul-de-sac
the dust blew forward and the dust blew back
You and I were under attack
With a parachute bag for a burlap sack

When you required some danger
So I acquired a gun
You married a stranger
All I could do was run
You required some danger
I acquired a gun
You married a stranger
All I could do was run

Ten years of hard labor is a hard time
But fifty years of disappointment is a hard time too
I met a man who got his 5-year-old a Bocephus tattoo
It got out of his hands, this got out of mine too

When you required some danger
So I acquired a gun
You married a stranger
All I could do was run
You required some danger
I acquired a gun
Transpired was anger
Then all we were was done

Never trust a man without a horror story
Eros, the rose and the sore
The hearts of Boston are terrified for me
The hearts of Boston have a hurricane to answer for

Life never labels the last time you do something
And I swear, I can always do more
I’ve taken enough of charity already
And the last thing I need is once more to lose something

Which is the right life? The quiet life or the night life?
Cole Porter didn’t know so how can I be sure?
The hearts of Boston they're gonna lie for me
‘Cause the hearts of Boston have a hurricane to answer for.


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