When you came in the door, the draught from the past blew out my candle   So you found God at last, don't play much poker no more   And you smiled and said "I'm fine" and you still got Dan Dare's jawline,   I said I'll take you down the Via Dolorosa to where my friends are at,   Repo men and junkies, rentboys, loan sharks and guys like that   It’s kinda like loser heaven      By the hallelujah lamp post lives a bag lady with a sack of spells to sell,   Her daddy's been a hangman she said, she still goes puts daisies on his grave   And then maybe we could stop   By Kinky Al's Motorcycle Shop   It's just a crummy gig I play for change, just a toilet    But it's good for my self-esteem,   And when Al gets up to do his Patsy Cline thing    I work my way through his harem,   And it's like I'm in loser heaven