When you came in the door, the draught from the past blew out my candlenSo you found God at last, don't play much poker no morenAnd you smiled and said I'm fine and you still got Dan Dare's jawline,nI said I'll take you down the Via Dolorosa to where my friends are at,nRepo men and junkies, rentboys, loan sharks and guys like thatnIt’s kinda like loser heavennnBy the hallelujah lamp post lives a bag lady with a sack of spells to sell,nHer daddy's been a hangman she said, she still goes puts daisies on his gravenAnd then maybe we could stopnBy Kinky Al's Motorcycle ShopnIt's just a crummy gig I play for change, just a toilet nBut it's good for my self-esteem,nAnd when Al gets up to do his Patsy Cline thing nI work my way through his harem,nAnd it's like I'm in loser heaven