Like him, I’m tired of trying to heal
This tom-cat heart with which I’m blessed
Is destruction, loving’s twin?
Must I choose to lose or win?
Maybe when my turn comes I will have guessed.

These are the horns of the dilemma
What truth is proof against all lies?
When sacred fails before profane
The wisest man is deemed insane
Even the purest of romantics compromise.

What fixation feeds this fever?
As the full moon pales and climbs
Am I living truth or rank deceiver?
Am I the victim or the crime?

And so I wrestle with the angel
To see who’ll reap the seeds I sow
Am I the driver or the driven?
Will I be damned or be forgiven?
Is there anybody here but me who seems to know?

What it is that feeds this fever
As the full moon pales and climbs
Am I living truth or rank deceiver?
Am I the victim or the crime?

You know I once knew a woman who looked like you,
She wanted a whole man not just a half,
She used to call me “sweet daddy” when I was only a child, you kinda remind me of her when you laugh,
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear, it’s done with a flick
of the wrist
But what’s a sweetheart like you doing in
A dump like this?

You know a woman like you should be at home,
That’s where you belong
Taking care of somebody nice
Who don’t know how to do you wrong
Just how much abuse will you be able to take?
Well, there’s no way to tell by that first kiss
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in
A dump like this?

You know, you could make a name for yourself,
You could hear them tires squeal,
You could be known as the most beautiful woman
Whoever crawled across cut-glass to make a deal.

You know, news of you has come down the line
Even before you came through that door,
They say in your father’s house
There’s many mansions
Each one of them got a fire-proof floor
Snap out of it baby,
People are jealous of you
They smile to your face but behind your back
They hiss,
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in
A dump like this?

Got to be an important person to be in here honey,
Got to have done some evil deed,
Got to have your own harem when you come in
the door
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed.

They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings,
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal allot and they make you King,
There’s only one step down from here baby,
It’s called “The land of Permanent Bliss”
But what’s a sweetheart like you doing in
A dump like this?