I spent all my money in a Mexican whorehouse
Across the street from a Catholic Church
Then I wiped out my Revolver and buttoned up my burgundy shirt
I shot the morning in the back had my red wings on
I told the sun he better go back down
If I can find a book of matches I’m gonna burn this whole Goddamn town down
Can you tell me brave captain why are the wicked so strong?
How do the angels get to sleep when the devil leaves his porch light on?
And the devil left his porch light on.