Have you ever had a fever,. From a bitter-sweet refrain,. Have you ever kissed the sunshine,. Walked between the rain.. . Well, just climb up on my music,.
Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas. 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.
Born in the troubled city. In Rock and Roll, USA. In the shadow of the tallest building. I vowed I would break away. Listened to the Sunday actors. But all they would ever say.