Never could be still for long And i could never hold a job Coupled with a weakness for cocaine and liquor Not much you can do for love When i met you i broke the mold I fell apart and combed my hair Whiskey shakes Fourteen whole days Stay off the streets at night for weeks I don't wanna be your catholic pagan now that you're here We're counting on each other for love, survival, and everything else Please don't padlock your parent's bomb shelter Or fill her up with dust and ash A landfill mecca for burnouts And listless adolescent sour mash I'm not saying that i've earned love But i could really use it now So turn out the lights over and over and over We'll figure out the rest somehow I don't wanna be your russian bride not anymore? Barack Hussein Obama would have a field day if he knew at all Sorry we have to go Have to go