This tower was raised in the year blank-blank
The year of the crow
The year of our disgrace
I am tucked up here in the shadow of the cross with my ear muffs,
With my quilt and palliase,
Kneeling up but looking down
Like a man at prayer
The Marlboro man
I'm more than content in my snuggery
The Marlboro man
Over there
Over there by my friend the Marlboro man,
Is where I would sit with my morning coffee
Arno's place
It's pinball machine
It's jukebox
The girl with Madonnas face - until she showed her teeth
I would tilt my chair to the wall