The guilty undertaker sighs

The lonesome organ grinder cries

The silver saxophones say I should refuse you

The cracked bells and the washed-out horns

Blow into my face with scorn

But it's not that way

I wasn't born to lose you

I want you, I want you

I want you so bad

Honey, I want you



The drunken politician leaps

Upon the street where mothers weep

And the saviors who are fast asleep

They wait for you

And I wait for them to interrupt

Me drinkin' from my broken cup

And ask for me to

Open up the gates for you

I want you, I want you

I want you so bad

Honey, I want you



Now all my fathers, they've gone down

True love they've been without it

But all their daughters put me down

'Cause I don't think about it