Loyalty Bldg.

歌詞

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, Could somebody please hand me a towel?, And now we're up on molehill mountain, Scraping coins out of the fountain, With a 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, There must be a reason, there must be a plan. A palace in receivership, A jester with a busted lip, A catalogue of crooked answers, We've all heard about the rapist nun, She pulled a switch on everyone, The altar boys are not having fun, And the papacy is drawing up the papers behind closed doors. But in the meanwhile, 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.