Loyalty Bldg.

Slow to marry, swift to die We leave disasters where they lie I know these lines look crooked on paper But I swear I got it straight in my head And if you're looking for somebody to blame I recommend the dead, I recommend the dead Cause they never answer back Skinny dipping in the lake I got the itch, I drank the wake Could somebody please hand me a towel? And now we're up on molehill mountain Scraping coins out of the fountain With a retinue of dirty old young, young men again But when I get back from Nashville I'm renting a room in the loyalty building I'm sure that the prospects are sound In the event of calamitous circumstance Or great good fortune There must be a reason, there must be a plan A palace in receivership A jester with a busted lip A catalogue of crooked answers We've all heard about the rapist nun She pulled a switch on everyone The altar boys are not having fun And the papacy is drawing up the papers behind closed doors But in the meanwhile I'm renting a room in the loyalty building I'm sure that the prospects are sound In the event of calamitous circumstance Or great good fortune There must be a reason, there must be a plan