I pity all those without wings, may God have mercy on their souls,nSaid the crow perched on top of the CCTV camera polenIn their basement flat Wendy's husband is humping her from behindnBut when he's not drinking he's really quite kindnWhen he's done she stands staring out at the starsnWondering at the point of it allnnThe organist is all alone in church, rehearsing late, he'll make his way home soon,nGod's gone AWOL from his heart like a deserter from his platoonnThere was a woman once, she smelled of oranges and of rainnBut crucified hands were jerking his chainnAs he locks up and steps out into the darknThe night breaks out into a round of applause n nThe department store Santa Claus is too drunk to do up his flies,nYou've got to creep up on life, he says, you go head on, all you get is lies.nListen kid, I could've been someone but the laws of physics kept holding me back,nIt's like life just wouldn't cut me no slack.nMessing up must just be written in my DNA.nI tell you, kid, it's tough, best you don't ever grow upnnI meet this hardcore girl at the Fatted Calf, I buy her a drink and we start to talk,nShe's got some mileage on the clock, her make up's so heavy she can barely walk.nWe click right away, a walking zero and a busted flush,nAnd we'd get married but I guess there's no rush,nShe says Hey, flirt, why don't you dream of me once in a while?nAnd she squeezes my hand like it's the end of the world