I - I wake near the dirty altar
tryin' to get on my feet and
rest for a while at a busy pulpit corner
wondering who'd give dirty water
or a wet cigarette in a cup fulla hope?
me yeah me become a witness , tolerator
eavesdropper, dirts**er, shameful silent traitor
the best man's dress was a head undertakers
a bad organist played that good old sing a long loud & wrong
got the head full of that trash
for a hand full of ya cash
Me ... mah sticky dry tongue and I
did not dare just to beg for that tiny alms of water
a gloomy company of sin
made a noise and made a din
well, the society of of city
spat at me and noone pity
Oh Cynthia hide your light 'til the end of the night
'til this ceremony died and the sun comes up bright
the end is at hand and the band on the stand
on the TV screen singin' this is the end
for a handful of that sin
got a handful of her skin
got the headful of that room
gloomlit headlong by that moon