Let's go out and see, darling What shines tonight And temper your dream about the dying horse With traffic, noise, and light And somewhere the soft-handed boys Bleeding hearts, and worker bees Give to the holy mother begging change Christ across her knees
And oh, how she prays to find a man to blame For every loveless night she waits And for every gun that she frowned upon But still some fucker made And then for the kid beneath the balcony Behind the garbage can Who waits for the king to come And hold his sweating hand