You were my dirtiest dream,
The way you made everything seem
More amazing than it was,
I couldn’t breathe because I chocked on the smoke from your fire,
I got scared when we started to go higher,
And you let me take your hand and lead you into the Promised Land,
The economic disaster known as my life,
My love is a knife
Cutting into your otherwise uneventful and happy life.
Back in the days, before there was electricity,
And people lived amongst their own waste,
I was a servant at your banquet of bitches,
I begged at your heels for a taste,
I captivated you with my flirtatious eyes,
And so you took me to the church and baptized me again,
We climbed the stairs and rang the bells at the steeple,
You fed my hungry and you let my people
Out of Egypt down into Los Angeles,
My unworthiness is a poison
That you drink every time that you start to believe
That we were meant to be
Now I got a job making money all day,
And we got a little place just off the Pasadena freeway,
Got a microwave, a toaster and a dog,
And we drive electric cars to do our part to cut the smog,
And all the while I wait for you to say "goodbye”,
And this world is the rope that will hang me,
These are the strangest of lives and which should never have been,
But it will always be
