Carmelita

We walked 'round
 Like zombies in the burying grounds
 Like vultures in the sky watch a dying man
 In the right suit of red on the wrong side of town
 Like ghosts, we don't make a sound
 I kept quiet
 I didn't care to feel your light
 And with the Black Madonna as my guide
 With a wild demon Jesus running by my side
 I didn't care to feel your light
 Oh Carmelita, hold me tighter
 Does Mary pray for us?
 When we're all strung out on heroin
 Sitting down the back of the bus
 Feel no pain
 Everything is right as rain
 This city seems to know my name
 She opens up her legs and opening a vein
 Shines her light for me again
 Feel no more
 I do not care to fight that war
 In a studded leather jacket, kneeling on the floor
 For 40 minutes dying and for 40 years more
 I do not care to fight that war
 Oh Carmelita, hold me tighter
 Does Mary pray for us?
 When we're all strung out on heroin
 Sitting down the back of the bus
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 There's pretty girls on the boardwalk tonight
 Pick up your cans of cider, boys, line up to the right
 They hitch up their skirts, they'll drink 'til they fight
 And I won't look away
 All alone and divided we stand
 With the marks of carelessness blackened on our hands
 I don't know, no, I don't understand
 But I won't walk away
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 Feel no more
 I do not care to fight that war
 In a studded leather jacket, kneeling on the floor
 For forty 40 minutes dying, 40 fucking years more
 With the rats in the road and the leeches at the door
 At 8 a.m. in the morning, man, I can help you score
 I do not care fight that war
 Oh Carmelita, hold me tighter
 Does Mary pray for us?
 When we're all strung out on heroin
 Sitting down the back of the bus
 Oh Carmelita, hold me tighter
 Does Mary pray for us?
 When we're all strung out on heroin
 Sitting down the back of the bus