The Sewers of Mars

A minor infection, that's what we've endured
The car slows down, another curve
I carved out a block of time
In the hall of kings

Look at the clock
Three twenty two
Look at it again it hasn't moved

And that cane hasn't moved
Since his wife died
But he sure enough kept that prescription alive

Losses that were never counted
Burned out on dollar bets
Don't cross the river, you won't get wet
You can carve yourself a lean life, baby
Out on this shore

The book on him
He doesn't try
He'll be lucky to come in by the fourth of July

Fresh roses in the ring
And the hanging bell
The moon is full but it's too soon to tell

She cries that there's no one around
She says she misses you
She's dead but she wants to break out
And send a message through
If my head is right I can do it tonight
Bring her spirit into view
They call me the specialist
And I'm ready to do business with you

Well, I've beat more odds
Than the final four
At the first sign of fear
I'm in the door

And you get a little hope
That's what you pay me for
And when the pale world calls me back
You're gonna need some more