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.

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'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.