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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 bldg

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 catalog of crooked answers



We're 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 meanwhile

I'm renting a room in the loyalty bldg

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