Thanks to the merchant cla**
you taught me how to sell my a**.
Thanks to the working cla**
you taught me how to bust my a**.
Alone in this apartment
thanking our good president
for teaching me how to lose
and still save face.
I need Grace.
Holy sister what went wrong?
You used to be in all my songs.
Now you're just a working girl
loving someone elses world.
But thanks for the time we spent,
the body and the sacraments.
A better man might have found a better way
but I need grace.
Dearest friends the time is near.
We meet again just once a year.
The hometown air the birth of Christ,
the tucked in shirts the house looks nice.
Thank you for the warm embrace,
for accepting me in my old age.
I used to be so fun now I'm just out of place.
I need grace.