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 
Would somebody please hand me a towel? 
And now we're up on molehill mountain 
Scraping coins out of the fountain with the 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. 
Yhere must be a reason, there must be a Plan. 
A palace in receivership 
A jester with a busted lip 
A catalog of crooked answers... 
We've all heard about the rapist nun. 
She pulled a switch on everyone. 
The altar boys aren't having fun 
And the papacy is drawing up the papers (behind closed doors). 
But in the me-heanwhile... 
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.