Christ, by the dumpsternPeeling and a-tossin' your lottery ticketsnOh Nazarene, drinking dustnnOh Christ, rising and a-fallin'nOh, Jesus Christ, givin' us the fingernIn Christ I'll tumble (?)nnBless, please, the people in art galleriesnLonely as a distant trainnBless, now, the cancer of the bonenThe last light making beautifulnThe poisons in the skynnAnd the condemned man in his tuxedo dreamnHis dream of limousines and innocencenTake off your clothes and come to him in dreamsnStand on the fire escape naked and blest.nWith jazz like a rivulet of codeinenThe laughter spilling from our broken necklaces, ohnnBless, please, the people in art galleriesnLonely as a distant trainnBless, now, the cancer of the bonenThe last light making beautifulnThe poisons in the skynnChrist, by the dumpsternPeeling and a-tossin' your lottery ticketsnOh Nazarene, drinking dustnnOh Christ, rising and a-fallin'nOh, Jesus Christ, givin' us the fingernIn Christ I'll tumblenn(lyrics by Denis Johnson)