Strays

By rights we should have been choking

On every word the Preacher had us repeat

A stiff drink and napkins in your hand bag

The first aid of a three-time divorcee



Carried you home down through the subway

Where thrills are cheap and the kids roll down walls

like paint

Borrowed Gods been rubbing their backs on your window

Your summers are haunted with memories of love sick

strays



Pick up your chin there’s a Saint on the mend

On a burnt out estate born of bones that don’t bend

Coming back stealing hearts pulling through

Brand fire new



Mary goes a-diving in at the deep end

At the sliding doors of the 13th floor she prays

She says night fall gently on the weekend

When tempers are high and all those frustrations

displayed



Pick up your chin there’s a Saint on the mend

On a burnt out estate born of bones that don’t bend

Coming back stealing hearts pulling through

Brand fire new



Pick up your chin there’s a Saint on the mend

On a burnt out estate born of bones that don’t bend

Coming back stealing hearts pulling through

Brand fire new



I’m hit, I’m down, I’m done, I’m dusted, I’m deadbeat

I am weak as a kitten, been strapped to the tracks of a

train

I have danced with the drunks, and dodged all those

filthy old whispers

But baby go give 'em hell and tell 'em it came with a

name



Brand fire new