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You were my dirtiest dreamthe way you made everything seemmore amazing than it wasI couldn't breathe because I choked on the smoke from your fireI got scared when we started to go higherAnd you let me take your hand and lead you into the promised landThe economic disaster known as my lifeMy love is a knifeCutting into your otherwise uneventful and happy lifeBack in the days before there was electricityand people lived amongst their own wasteI was a servant at your banquet of bitchesI begged at your heels for a tasteI captivated you with my flirtatious eyesAnd so you took me to the church and baptized me againWe climbed the stairs and rang the bells at the steepleYou fed my hungry and you led my peopleOut of Egypt and into Los AngelesMy unworthiness is a poisonthat you drink every time that you start to believe that we were meant to beNow I got a job makin' money all daySongtexteand we got a little place just off the Pasadena freewayGot a microwave, a toaster, and a dogAnd we drive electric cars to do our part to cut the smogAnd all the while I wait for you to say goodbyeAnd this word is the rope that will hang meThese are the strangest of livesand it should never have beenBut it will always be Aus Songtexte Mania