They found me in a florist, I was fried and out of focus

I was kicking it with chemists

The scratches on my back, they formed into a choir

And belted out a chorus



There were clicks and hisses and complicated kisses

Gideon's got a pipe made from a Pringles can

Hey hey, providence

You gotta fall in love with whoever you can



The sheets stain but the sins wash away

Naked bodies in the Naraganset bay



Same kooks don't shoot but they sure do sniff

Same kooks can't fly because their wings are clipped

Same kooks can't come but they sure do kiss

Making love to the girls with the wrapped up wrists



The lord takes away and the lord delivers

Washed it all off in the Mississippi river



We slept it off in the matinees

We rip it up like the razor blades



Now we just need something to celebrate

I wanna open some bottles up

I'm getting tired

Of all these Styrofoam coffee cups



She said it's hard to feel holy when you can't get clean

Now she's bumping up against the washing machines

She said its hard to slow down when you're picking up speed



It was those two same kooks from that one stupid photo shoot

It was those two same kooks from that one stupid photo shoot