Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking about the government
Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools, You got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns. "Come in," she said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm."
This sky, too, is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong