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Şarkı Sözleri Slow to marry, swift to die We leave disasters where they lie I know these lines look crooked on paper But I swear I got it straight in my head And if you're looking for somebody to blame, I recommend the dead I recommend the dead 'cause they never answer back Skinny dipping in the lake I got the itch, I drank the wake Would somebody please hand me a towel? And now we're up on molehill mountain Scraping coins out of the fountain with the retinue Of dirty old young, young men again But when I get back from Nashville I'm renting a room in the loyalty bldg I'm sure that the prospects are sound In the event of calamitous circumstance Or great good fortune there must be a reason, there must be a plan A palace in receivership A jester with a busted lip A catalog of crooked answers We're all heard about the rapist nun She pulled a switch on everyone The altar boys aren't having fun And the papacy is drawing up the papers behind closed doors But in the meanwhile I'm renting a room in the loyalty bldg I'm sure that the prospects are sound In the event of calamitous circumstance Or great good fortune there must be a reason, there must be a plan