desperation is the Devil's work

I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975
I was puzzled by a dream, it stayed with me all day in 1995
My brother had confessed he was gay
It took the heat off me for a while
He stood up with a sailor friend
Made it known upon my sisters wedding day

I got married in a rush to save a kid from being deported
Now she's in love
I was so touched, I was moved to kick the crutches
From my crippled friend
She was not impressed cause I cured her on the Sabbath
I went to confess
When she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride
To whisky and gin
To whisky and gin

The priest in the booth had a photographic memory
For all he had heard
And he took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called
"The State I Am In"

And so I gave myself to God
There was a pregnant pause before he said ok
Now I spend my day turning tables round In Marks & Spencer's
They don't seem to mind

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

Oh love of mine, would you condescend to help me
Cause I'm stupid and blind
Oh and desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly of a boy's empty mind
Now I'm feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad
Why don't you lead me to a living end
I promised that I'd entertain my crippled friend
My crippled friend

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

I gave myself to sin
And I've been there and back again
Oh yeah

özlemek çok sinsi bir his blogk. bir öğleden sonra alakasız bir şarkıda alakalı bir fotoğrafla insan hiç olmayacak şeyleri, yerleri, insanları, kokuları, hepsinin bir araya gelmesiyle oluşan o anın hissini çok özleyebiliyor. ve siz de hazırlıksız yakalandığınız için anlayamıyorsunuz önce ne olduğunu, deşip bulduğunuzda da "aman sen deee" diyorsunuz ama, iş işten geçmiş oluyor.