"In the shadow of the cross" he said
"We passed too much of our time
You were my very favorite newlywed
Chelsea we were swingers once and maybe divine"
In the casket all he looked was dead
His thin, dark suit seemed to strain in the light
At the bottom of my bottle, all that's left is dregs
Margaret, you're almost always on my mind
Why did I ever want to leave?
Why did I ever want to leave my friend
Why did I ever want to leave?
I hope to see you in New Jersey again.
She irrigated
Ears in Ensenada
Where Viagra wore capes
While she donned Prada
On billboards above billiard halls
Worship was worthless compared to
Being wanted
If an icon is insufficient
Maybe she can toast the town again
I could glimpse her at a distance
But when she slipped beneath the waves
I swear she grinned