And of course you just take it
Where the raincoat men wait
In a dark pinstripe suit
And you dream of the girl
And you walk past the glow
She's the answer to dreams
On a loose jointed cruise
Back from their wars
Who have nothing to say
Has your mind in your groin
And your girl chooses one
That you pay to come true
As a child's chaco chit
'Cause your money is talking
It's a slow motion night
What she has to do
And your leave is all over
The armies, bootmen have marched
Some old blue blood bastard
In the hot city lights
And you're back in your army
As her coat falls open
And you've used up your booty
And you know you'd swap with her
And you're back on the street
You're back on the line
For a child to come by
An' with illegal notions alive
And a body still young
Play the music again
Are snoring in bed
And you learn you are done
And the medic has brought
And your back pocket burning with blood
Give her bread and she leads you
Past time when the good folks
Of the Grey stubble men
'Cause you'd rather be working at love
Where the ten million years
To recolor your blues
That you've been fighting for
Had wasted the taste of your tongue
If the deal could be made
Moans evermore
Before the butts and the whiskey
That groaning blue symphony
She's got no heart of gold
Before time finds her face
And the women in doorways
You see more soldiers coming
And the word from your loins
When they next give you the time
And she tastes as sweet
And she's all that you're hoping
And the girl's done her duty
With a mind of old wisdoms
Joining fresh marching feet
And the things that you'll do
Back shedding red blood
And she owns the block
Of the hot blooded wenches
And you watch as she fakes it
You never paid your money for
As you sleep in the mud
She just sees herself doing what she
And the turnstile has turned
Shots for what you have caught
To a bed on the floor
But that's not what she's sold
With blood money loot
And you are back from some war
And you joke in the trenches
Alive in your head
With the dead pawnshop clock
To the ones that you would try
She's in that state of grace
And through ten billion tears
Of the flicker picture shows
She's better than others
