Chrysler Catholic Tuesday
Count the years that you have lived
away from mom and dad, and give
a few more years before another countdown begins
You had it all planned, you were bullet proof
Man of the future, got nothing to lose
Except your heart that you kept on a pillow of solid gold
The heart is not safe when doubt is throwing up
If you want out, burn your papers and go, go for a clean
cut
My heart's an anchor at the bottom of
the swamp of promise that some call love
or hunger, starvation will drag the strongest down
You will die on a tuesday, bald and old
Hold your firstborn on a friday, that's what I'm told
A strong and healthy child without a christian name
You will lose all hope on a saturday,
when the one you love most ends up in jail
Innocent of course, he's your son! They planted the gun
in his hand
'Cause the heart is not safe when doubt is throwing up
If you want out, burn your papers and go, go for a clean
cut
