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 Slowdance With Commerce
Like A Lens Up A Skirt

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

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