That Guy was always in search of one hell of a good time Like a strangle-wank in a spa bath with a jet stream up his behind As he passed out woke up passed out woke up he gazed out at the stars And he swore he’d found the cure to lonely hearts (The cure to lonely hearts) Oh, his cup it runneth over every day Oh, the goodship comes his way Oh, his cup it runneth over every day Oh, the goodship comes what may His father was his mother’s brother’s Lover back in the day But his mother passed and his father changed from John to Glenda-May So he moved out west and he left behind his old God-fearing ways And said, “Should there be a devil he can set my soul ablaze.” (He can set my soul ablaze) Oh, his cup it runneth over every day Oh, the goodship comes his way Oh, his cup it runneth over every day Oh, the goodship comes what may That Guy says he don’t look back cause he left nothing behind And all the tears he should have cried have long been paid in kind The city weeps for no one and the night is one long howl And if no one’s in your corner then there’s nobody to throw in the towel He thought of marriage and he thought of kids but the thought of settling down Made him live his life twice as fast, which he knew just couldn’t last But if there’s no one to grow old for then why bother hanging round? So he whipped off his belt with a gleeful laugh, and climbed into his spa bath Oh, his cup it runneth over every day Oh, the goodship comes his way Oh, his cup it runneth over every day Oh, the goodship comes what may

Hey Little Sparrow with the broken wing Listening to the unburied sing Oh Lord, where you gonna go? Hold your pillow as you go to sleep Hold your breath at the slightest peep Oh Lord, where you gonna go? Oh, when Daddy’s coming home Send your prayers on the nightly breeze Hope that anybody out there hears Oh Lord, where you gonna go? Surrounded by desert and the endless sea The promise of the sky or the earth beneath Oh Lord, where you gonna go? Oh, when Daddy’s coming home Oh, when Daddy’s coming home Will you say his name in vain Fix your dreams to a runaway train And turn the lights inside down low? Oh, you say his name in vain And fix your dreams to a runaway train And wait for the devil to come and go Oh, when Daddy’s coming home Bourbon breath and tobacco stains Cigarette burns and purple veins Oh Lord, where you gonna go? Down in the cellar where the sun don’t shine Where the dogs go to die without a whimper or a whine Oh Lord, where you gonna go? Oh, when Daddy's coming home Bones might heal but it won’t change a thing You can’t fly away on a broken wing Oh Lord, where you gonna go? Oh, when Daddy's coming home Hey Little Sparrow, yeah everything dies But some need help to say their goodbyes Oh Lord, where you gonna go? So take this hammer and count to three The devil or the soul will be set free Oh Lord, where you gonna go? One, two… Will you say his name in vain Fix your dreams to a runaway train And turn the lights inside down low? Oh, you say his name in vain And fix your dreams to a runaway train And wait for the devil to come and go Oh, your daddy’s coming home Oh, your daddy’s coming home

Sounds like fire when you hear that crack Wanna feel that flame gonna never take it back Sound beautiful sound Looking for gold that you never found Gonna dig so deep make Danko proud Sound beautiful sound Chorus That blood, blood harmony Gonna bring you down, down to your knees It’ll be, be all you need That blood, blood harmony Slit my wrists for it at the crossroads Make one man weep make another man fold Sound beautiful sound Time stands still it’s gonna test your will I’ll give you 30 bucks for that magic pill Sound beautiful sound Chorus Head full of dust better cut off that crust Better eat your greens and roll up your sleeves Sound beautiful sound There’s a time there’s a place There’s a rat there’s a race Gonna wake up in the morning with a different face Sound beautiful sound

Jesus drinks alone at the Crown after sunset My buddy Jimmy likes to sweet-talk the ladies He drives them home in his beat-up red corvette Somewhere he has a daughter called Mercedes Jesus drinks alone at the Crown after sunset Petey’s outside, he’s being denied entry He knows some things you can’t forgive and forget Since the accident he’s lost touch with his family Jesus drinks alone at the Crown after sunset Jesus drinks alone, oh Jesus drinks alone If I fall from atop my throne, Mary, carry me home Mary, carry me home If I fall from atop my throne, Mary, carry me home Mary, carry me on my way Matthew pretends he’s dancing with his dead wife He’ll even share his unlit cigarette Across the bar Simon cleans his smile with a penknife Jesus drinks alone at the Crown after sunset There goes Judas weeping in his corner He’ll start to singing Miss Otis Regrets If he had the means, he’d move across the border Jesus drinks alone at the Crown after sunset Jesus drinks alone, oh Jesus drinks alone If I fall from atop my throne, Mary, carry me home Mary, carry me home If I fall from atop my throne, Mary, carry me home Mary, carry me home When I fall from atop my throne, Mary, carry me home Mary, carry me home When I fall from atop my throne, Mary, carry me home Mary, carry me on my way

I wake up alone in my room to a cold little shiver and a blood-red moon And though I dress sharp, I look like shit And though I’m usually bright, I’m feeling dim-witted As I walk down the golden streets I see the working girls with their broken teeth And I throw rose petals at their feet And there goes Henrietta in her Australiana sweater And a pair of jeans that appear to be squeezed on a little tightly Well, she’s only twenty-nine but it’s amazing what cheap wine And three young kids and a pack a day will do to a lady And she’s always short of money but she’s sweet to everyone And me, I’m waiting on a train to come I have a drink with the old boys down at the pub They’re there every night but it’s never enough And they say, “What’s it matter if we’re holding down jobs And our women at home never want to make love?” When it gets late, they all get a little hateful, It gets mighty racist; it just gets tasteless, And they say, “Keep quiet or else you’ll get in a fight you won’t win.” And here comes that old Queen Judas, who says he knew from his birth name That his mother must have hated him from the moment that he first came And he walks his bulldog Brutus, while drinking XXXX Bitter He used to drink sweet UDLs, but they gave him hell on the shitter And he’s living with a young man, who people say is just a plaything But Judas treats him more like the Chosen One; he’d die for that boy’s kingdom And Judas reads him poetry; the boy likes Byron, Blake and Keats And me, I’m waiting on a train to come There are ghosts in every corner of this here town They’re in everybody breathing as well as everybody in the ground And they’ll shine a light at the strangest times And leave you with that feeling like you’ve left something behind But the town goes back to sleeping While their dreams go on the run And me, I’m waiting on a train to come Father Jim does Christenings on Mondays, Funerals on Wednesdays, weddings on Fridays But he stopped believing in his Church, When he realised the worst he’d heard was true But he still believes there must be a God Cause he believes there must be something more to his love And he knows what having nothing can do Well there’s Theresa on her front porch; she looks so lost and lonely We used to hook up back in High School and get a little crazy But then one Christmas morning, before the sun came dawning Her brother strung a length of rope from a tree out in the backyard And her father he refuses, to ever chop that tree down Cause he says it’s a reminder of what he believes he started And Theresa’s just broken-hearted, and numb with pills I haven’t heard of But sometimes she’ll flash a smile and I’m reminded of when we were young I guess like me, she’s waiting on a train to come Like me, she’s waiting on a train to come