Lyrics:
I can argue with the mimeI can argue with the mimeHe is reading me the riot actEvery lineEvery lawyer in his primeEvery lawyer in his primeGets nostalgic for the bar'sNaivete to crimeAscetics wring their handsThis decadent misuseInside my china roomYou are my coffee spoonMy indulgence is a jokeAnd while everybody laughsI'm clipping couponsAnd saving my breathI was celebrating LentWith a candle in a tentWhen you came and snatched me upOut of retirementNow I'm buying finer clothesIn department store windowsThrowing credit cards downNever raise my voice