The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say
The cracked bells and washed- out horns
Blow into my face with scorn, but it's
Not that way, I wasn't born to lose you
The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from my broken cup
And ask me to open up the gate for you
Now your dancing child with
Spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn't very cute to him, was I?
But I did it, because he lied and
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side and
