I Was A Lover

[Verse 1] I was a lover, before this war Held up in a luxury suite, behind a barricaded door Now that I've cleaned up, gone legit I can see clearly: round hole Round whole, square peg don't fit I'm locked in my bedroom, so send back the clowns My clone wears a brown shirt, and I seduce him when there's no one around Mano y mano, on a bed of nails Bring it on like a storm, till I knock the wind out of his sails And we don't make eye contact, when we have run-in's in town Just a barely polite nod, and nervous stares towards the ground I once joined a priest class, plastic, inert In a slow dance with commerce Like a lens up a skirt [Verse 2] And we liked to party And we kept it live And we had a three volume tome of contemporary slang To keep a handle on all this jive Ennui unbridled, let's talk to kill the time How many styles did you cycle through before you were mine? And it's been a while since we went wild and that's all fine But we're sleepwalking through this trial And it's really a crime it's really a crime it's really a crime It's really criminal [Verse 3] We're just busy tempting, like fate's on the nod Running on empty, bourbon and god It's been a while since we knew the way And it's been even longer since our plastic priest class Had a goddamned thing to say I was a lover before this war