When you came in the door the draught from the past blew out my candle
So you found God at last, don't play much poker no more
And you smiled and said 'I'm fine' and you still got Dan Dare's jaw line,
I said I'll take you down the Via Dolorosa to where my friends are at,
Repo men and junkies, rent boys, loan sharks and guys like that
It's kind of like loser heaven
By the hallelujah lamp post lives a bag lady with a sack of spells to sell,
Her Daddy'd been a hangman she said, she still goes puts daisies on his grave
And then maybe we could stop
By Kinky Al's Motorcycle Shop
It's just a crummy gig I play for change, just a toilet
but it's good for my self esteem,
And when Al gets up to do his Patsy Cline thing
I work my way through his harem,
And it's like I'm in loser heaven