Packed a lung with smoke
Crossed the line
There'll be no glory train
For me this time
Now just where do I begin
After all I've taken in

I bought your fire-trees
Your Sunday bells
I spoke your Holy Ghost
Drank your wells
Now that tongue has had to go
sight and centigrade in tow

Take me crawling from the corner

Would you lay your love on me
Won't you shake me 'till I'm clean
A salvation tambourine

I heard from Canada
The day she died
The clowns are killing me
To join their side
Certain I can't pay the fare
Bloodshot vision keeps me here

Take me crawling from the corner

Would you lay your love on me
Won't you shake me 'till I'm clean
Would you lay your love on me
Won't you shake me 'till I'm clean
A salvation tambourine

I could go to London maybe that's where you are
I could go to Paris I could look from the tower
I could go to London maybe that's where you are
I could go to America I could go to America
I could go to London maybe that's where you are
I could go to Paris I could jump from the tower
I could go to London maybe that's where you are
I could go to Jerusalem I could go to Jerusalem