Catholic Pagans - Surfer Blood

Never could be still for long

And I could never hold a job

Coupled with a weakness for cocaine and liquor

Not much a candidate for love

When I met you I broke the mold

I fell apart and combed my hair

Whiskey shakes for ten whole days

Stayed off the streets at night for weeks

I don’t want to be a catholic pagan now that you’re here

We fell in on each other

For love, survival and everything else

Please don’t padlock your parents bomb shelter

Or fill her up with dust and ash

A landfill mecca for burn-outs and listless

Adolescent sour mash

I’m not saying that I’ve earned love

But I could really use it now

So turn out the lights over and over and over

We’ll figure out the rest somehow

I don’t wanna be your Russian bride

Not any more

Barack Hussein Obama would have a field day

If he knew at all

So have to go

Have to go