(Mike)   Your mother made you cry when she told you about the womb   And how people die   Watching over you when you were young   Smiling when you learned to crawl   You don't know her at all      (All)   It's a dirty job, but they're very suave   Jesus high on wine weeping turpentine      (Mike)   Daddy's voice like an intercom connected to a hidden room   Where yellow roses bloom   A sacred mountain near Peterborough where clouds paint a picture so calm   That they swallowed Mom      (All)   It's a dirty job but they're very suave   Jesus high on wine, weeping turpentine   (Mike)   What are they doing in there?   Have they got guns?   Make you run up and down the same hill   And they'll break your will      (Mike)   Was it Christmas or Groundhog Day when your friends turned to shadows   And they dragged you away   Tell nobody that you've been here, don't breathe a word that's been said   (whispered) (Now there's a scar)   upon your forehead      (All)   It's a dirty job but they're very suave   Jesus high on wine, weeping turpentine   (Mike)   What are they doing in there?   Have they got guns?   Whether Mount Pinatubo   Or the threat of God's love   There'll always be something that's raining      Down from above.   Down from above.   Down from above.   Down from above...         From the Liner:   (Mike-accoustic guitar, lead vocal; Murray-bass, vocal; Jean-drums, windchimes, vocal; David-electric guitars, vocal)