their lives are a mystery
they make it their career
in the single files of history
fall and disappear
swearing they'll get even
with all those other creeps
philistines and Heathens
they violently sleep
or steal from cigarette machines
just for the change
to get back to where they've been
a doorway in the rain
back in the confession box
back in the slums
desire burns like chicken pox
underneath the thumbs
a refugee from purgatory
wears a crown of thorns
turns out she's a gringo
of hard circumstance
limbo baby limbo
they want to see you dance
take the tradesman's entrance
take it out on a tramp
every fucking sentence
complains about the damp
the only girl is a faint cry
in the garden of cement
wait until the paint dries
it's a big event
look through heaven's window
with their opalescent panes
limbo baby limbo
down the Boulevard of shame
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