Nelson algren came to paddy at some party at the dead end alley he told him what to celebrate
And i met william butler yeats sunday nite dance party summer 1988 at first i thought it might be william blake

We mix our own mythologies we push them out through pa systems we dictate our doxologies and try to get sleeping kids to sit up and listen i'm not saying we could save you but we could put you in a place where you could save yrself if you don't get born again at least you'll get high as hell

Sweet saint paul that must be the hardest luck saint of them all we met him in some suburban saint paul mall
When st theresa came to holly i wasn't even at that party i'd already moved out to new york city when judas went up and kissed him i almost got sick i guess i knew what was coming i guess i knew it was coming

We gather our gospels from gossip and bar talk then declare them the truth we salvage our sermons from message boards and scene reports we come on to the youth we try out new testements on the guys sitting next to us in the bars with the bars in their windows even if you don't get converted tonite you must admit that the band's pretty tight

They did she's got legs into ain't 2 proud 2 beg into something by the dixie dregs they faked their way thru fairytale of new york when the band stopped playing we howled out for more
Hey nelson algren chicago seemed tired last nite they had cigarettes where there were supposed to be eyes hey william butler yeats the irish seemed wired last nite they tried to separate our girls from our guys they had cigarettes where there were supposed to be eyes