Somehow their name sticks out
When I'm out on the town hanging around
A man with a sign who stand under a sign
Of a picture of pleasure as I put it together
Jesus was an only son and love, his only concept
Strangers cry in foreign tongues and dirty up the doorstep
And I, for one, and you, for two, ain't got the time for outside
Keep your injured looks to you, we'll tell the world that we tried
