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?e looking for somebody to blame, I recommend the dead

(I recommend the dead ?ause 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?e 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? renting a room in the loyalty building

I? 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?e all heard about the rapist nun.

She pulled a switch on everyone.

The altar boys aren? having fun

And the papacy is drawing up the papers (behind closed doors).



But in the me-heanwhile...

I? renting a room in the loyalty building

I? 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.