Slow to marry, swift to die
We leave disasters where they lie
I know these lines look crooked on paper

But I swear I got it straight in my head
And if you’re looking for somebody to blame, I recommend the dead
(I recommend the dead ‘cause they never answer back).

Skinny dipping in the lake
I got the itch, I drank the wake
Would somebody please hand me a towel?

And now we’re up on molehill mountain
Scraping coins out of the fountain with the retinue of dirty old young, young men (again).

But when I get back from Nashville
i’m renting a room in the loyalty building
I’m sure that the prospects are sound in the event of calamitous circumstance
Or great good fortune.
Yhere must be a reason, there must be a Plan.

A palace in receivership
A jester with a busted lip
A catalog of crooked answers...

We’ve all heard about the rapist nun.
She pulled a switch on everyone.
The altar boys aren’t having fun
And the papacy is drawing up the papers (behind closed doors).

But in the me-heanwhile...
I’m renting a room in the loyalty building
I’m sure that the prospects are sound in the event of calamitous circumstance or great good fortune there must be a reason there must be a plan.


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