.. .let your soul come alive

there's a tramp sittin' on my doorstep tryin' to waste his time
with his methylated sandwich he's a walking clothesline
and here comes the bishop's daughter on the other side..she looks a trifle jealous.. she's been an outcast all her life

me, i'm waiting so patiently, lying on the floor
i'm just trying to do my jig-saw puzzle before it rains anymore

oh the gangster looks so fright'ning with his luger in his hand
when he gets home to his children he's a family man
but when it comes to the nitty-gritty he can shove in his knife.. yes he really looks quite religious...he's been an outlaw all his life

me, i'm waiting so patiently lying on the floor
i'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle before it rains anymore

oh the singer, he looks angry at being thrown to the lions
and the bass player, he looks nervous about the girls outside
and the drummer, he's so shattered..trying to keep up time
and the guitar players look damaged
they've been outcasts all thier lives

me, i'm waiting so patiently lying on the floor
i'm just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle before it rains anymore

oh, there's twenty-thousand grandmas wave their hankies in the air.. all burning up their pensions and shouting, "it's not fair!"
there's a regiment of soldiers standing looking on..and the queen is bravely shouting, "what the hell is going on?"
with a blood-curdling "tally-ho" she charged into the ranks and blessed all those grandmas who with their dying breaths acreamed, "thanks!"

me, i'm just waiting so patiently with my woman on the floor
we're just trying to do this jig-saw puzzle before it rains anymore

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