The Best of All Worlds

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Can’t face another day, selling lies on the phone
The bank is gonna take everything we own
I take a long walk through the Town all alone
Ah Christ, the things that I saw
Things beyond reason, leave my soul feeling raw
Yeah it’s the best of all worlds

Seen Johnny get lost drinkin vodka on the rocks
Finds himself tomorrow down by the docks
Kneeling in the alley, sucking sailors’ cocks
Ah Christ the things I have to be
Gone on far too long, I’ll never be free
Yeah it’s the best of all worlds

Proselytes on the TV and knockin on the door
I can be saved, if I only give a little more
Never see the wrong, selling Jesus like a whore
Ah Christ, won’t you just leave me be
I lay on the floor; you can have your way with me
Yeah it’s the best of all worlds

Painted up for action, sneakin out after dark
Started out so simple, just lookin for a lark
Now sweet sixteen’s turning tricks in the park
Ah Christ we know it ain’t right
But she’s just too damned pretty, to damned tight
Yeah it’s the best of all worlds

Sally makes her living, selling oils and adult toys
Extolling there virtues, promising all kind of joys
For a hundred bucks, she does a demo for the boys
Ah Christ will it never end
Just goes on and on until it drives us round the bend
Yeah it’s the best of all worlds

I finally make it home and nothing’s left for me
Except to stare in disgust at the crap on TV
Another jealous skater, another busted knee
Ah Christ I can’t take it anymore
So I curl myself up and sleep naked on the floor
Yeah it’s the best of all worlds

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