Det Blir Inte Bättre Än Såhär !
And I talked to Jesus at the sewer
And the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business
While the rain drank champagne
But it's I who pays the rent for these fingered-face out-of-tuners
And I make 16 solid half hour friendships every evening
And likes to laugh alone is always threatening you with leaving
And I explained that I had overpaid them
Cause I see my people trying to drown the sun In weekends of whiskey sours
How many times can you wake up in this comic book and plant flowers?