I packed a lung with smoke   Crossed the line   There’ll be no glory train    For me this time   Now just where do I begin   After all I’ve taken in      I bought your fire-trees   Your Sunday bells   I spoke your Holy Ghost    Drank your wells   Now that tongue has had to go   sight and centigrade in tow      Take me crawling from the corner      Would you lay your love on me   Won’t you shake me ‘till I’m clean   A salvation tambourine      I heard from Canada   The day she died   The clowns are killing me   To join their side   Certain I can’t pay the fare   Bloodshot vision keeps me here      Take me crawling from the corner      Would you lay your love on me   Won’t you shake me ‘till I’m clean   Would you lay your love on me   Won’t you shake me ‘till I’m clean   A salvation tambourine      I could go to London maybe that’s where you are   I could go to Paris I could look from the tower   I could go to London maybe that’s where you are   I could go to America I could go to America   I could go to London maybe that’s where you are   I could go to Paris I could jump from the tower   I could go to London maybe that’s where you are   I could go to Jerusalem I could go to Jerusalem