The police are gonna wound me

And the minister will heal me

But I think he’ll do it equally

Violently

Should I ask him to?

Should I ask him to?

Should I ask him to?

Should I ask him to?

Only one, only one will lay claim to me

Only one, only one will choicelessly be sung

Police say no!

Police say no!

Police say no!

Police say no!

I cannot spare a thought

I cannot spare a thought

Spare thought, spare thought

Spare thought

Was I born a roach?

A belly-crawling grub?

Just as I suppose

I hear a holy hum of:

Dust thy essence off!

You are gladly so!

You are biting none!

Softest teeth I know!

It’s in the artist soul!

It's in there I should know!

In all my decent days!

It was in everyone!

A love that isn’t waiting

A love that isn’t waiting

On my shook soul

At the nave and at the navel

Him I know, do you know?

Been a little leaden lately

He can’t bite down on my soul

At least he eats the bread crumbs

That I throw!

Lay loose - it’s all I’d ever do

Forever, forever

God loves the aching ones

He loves the aching ones

Police said they’d cut things off

Am I an aching one?

It’s a limb that I’d like to offer

It’s a limb that I’d like to lose

I don’t care about fools and father

It’s a limb that I’d like to lose