never could be still for long   and i could never hold a job   coupled with a weakness for cocaine and liquor   not much you can do for love      when i met you i broke the mold   i fell apart and combed my hair   whiskey shakes   fourteen whole days   stay off the streets at night for weeks      i don't wanna be your catholic pagan now that you're here   we're counting on each other for love, survival, and everything else      please don't padlock your parent's bomb shelter   or fill her up with dust and ash   a landfill mecca for burnouts   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 anymore   ?   obama would have a field day if he knew at all      sorry we have to go   have to go