The Guilty Undertaker
The sighs, an old Samogun grinder cries
The silver saxophones say
I should refuse you
The crack bells and washed out cars
Blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad
The drunken politician
leaps upon the streets
where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
they await the end
And I wait for them to interrupt me,
drink it from my broken cup
And ask me to open up the gate for you
I want you, I want you, yes,
I want you so bad
All my fathers, they've gone down
To true love, they've been without it
But all their daughters put me down
Cause I don't think about it
I return to the queen of space
An d talk with my chambermaid
She knows that she's not
afraid to look at her
She's good to me
and there's nothing she doesn't see
She knows where I'd like to be
but it doesn't matter
I want you, I want you
Yes, I want you so
bad
I want you, I want you, yes,
I want you so bad
The guilty undertaker sighs,
the lonesome organ grinds
The silver saxophone say
I should refuse you
The crack bells and washed out horns
blow into my face with scorn
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you
I want you, I want you,
yes, I want you so bad
I want you, I want you, yes,
I want you so bad
And I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad
I want you, I want you,
yes I want you so bad
I want you, I want you,
yes I want you so bad
I want you, I want you,
yes I want you so bad
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad