Dirge

I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed
 You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
 The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel
 I hate myself for lovin' you and I'm glad the curtain fell
 I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
 And the mercy that you showed to me, who ever would have guessed?
 I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within
 That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin
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 Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped
 Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped
 Like a slave in orbit, he's beaten 'til he's tame
 All for a moment's glory and it's a dirty, rotten shame
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 There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
 In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem
 The crystal ball up on the wall hasn't shown me nothing yet
 I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt
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 Can't recall a useful thing you ever did for me
 'Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees
 We stared into each other's eyes 'til one of us would break
 No use to apologize, what diff'rence would it make?
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 So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine
 The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen
 Lady Luck, who shines on me, will tell you where I'm at
 I hate myself for lovin' you, but I should get over that