Berlin: Live at St. Ann's Warehouse

Standing on the corner Suitcase in my hand Jack's in his corset, jane is in her vest Me, honey, i'm in a rock 'n' roll band Ridin' in a stutz bearcat, jim Those were different times They studied rules of verse And those ladies they rolled their eyes

Paralyzed by hatred and a piss ugly soul If he murdered his father, he thought he'd become whole While listening at night to an old radio Where they danced to the rock minuet In the gay bars in the back of the bar He consummated hatred on a cold sawd