Them pigs will mirage you [?] held me by the hand
Where the strong sense of guilt
Where my mother's facade had began
I slept in the doorway til' no one had known where I'd been
In the forces at work were mysterious beyond my premand

I took my leave and a well-earned reprieve
And I drink from the fountain again
I walk with God down the steep promenade
And move everyonе viewed as a sham
And I explorеd the ways that the flesh fornicates
And you never earn more than you spend
Here were our lives not at all fortified
It's not if they'll get me but when

Your lines in the streetlight
Look sultry and [?]
While the eyes up on top look like something upon one might depend
And I hope to God that the frequent postcards that I've sent
All lemonade love from that perch up above on the fridge

And I took my leave and a well-earned reprieve
And I look to the fountain again
I'd gone with God down the steep promenade
Just looking for means to an end
Explored the ways where the flesh fornicates
And you never earn more than you spend
Here were our lives not at all fortified
It's not if they'll get me but when