D Song 89

Now a little prayer for values
Oh, I thought of you as Friday
and iconoclasts ae losers
When they drink and shed their sorrows
To win

Locked in safety with a giver
Shitly drained the blood of danger
To remember all the panic in your eyes
At the time of leaving (that is living?)

I took the road, I was heavy in hate
I'd been working for love and the penny
Had dropped hard

Money was bad, the scene was all foggy
We were laughing in pain, oh God
Marianne, be damned

Now a history of water
To wash away the skin
And for solitaire and whisky in a song
And I was beggared to win