R. Kelly and the Catholic Priests Every day I sit down at the waterfront and watch the girls with office jobs walk by And every night it seems that romance is just staring at the shadows and trying not to cry Once a week the doctor gives me motor oil for the hangovers I've earned And twice I year I play organ at the service for the foothills I have burned It makes me sad It makes me want to die And I've never felt more alive I live in the part of town where they still have monuments to R. Kelly and the Catholic priests And as for me, I'll feel safer walking in the park at night until their souls have been released They don't change the billboards where hordes of whores whistle at the piers(peers) And I read in Newsweek that our children's children will live for two hundred warless years It makes me sad It makes me want to die And I've never felt more alive Nowadays it seems that people say 'I love you' when they don't like you anymore And if you're hiking up Vesuvius with a bottle of malt liquor then you've heard those words before But the nalgenes of gasoline can't wash away the dried clay of the fade And the secrets of the ancients can't bring you back the love that you once made It makes me sad It makes me want to die And I've never felt more alive When the rescue crews have shuffled through the rubble I'll be living in this hovel by myself In the week after the earthquake I found your address where it had slipped behind the shelf On it you wrote 'a part of me fell in love' and I wonder if that's true And since I spend these sinking days unthinking, I'll smile at the ceiling and think of you It makes me glad It makes me scared to die And it's good to be alive