Loyalty Bldg. - Harvey Danger

slow to marry, swift to die, 
we leave disasters where they lie 
i know these lines look crooked on paper, 
but i swear i got it straight in my head
and if you’re looking for somebody to blame, i recommend the dead 
(i recommend the dead ‘cause they never answer back). 

skinny dipping in the lake, 
i got the itch, i drank the wake
would somebody please hand me a towel? 
and now we’re up on molehill mountain, 
scraping coins out of the fountain 
with the retinue of dirty old young, young men (again). 
but when i get back from nashville, 

i’m renting a room in the loyalty building, 
i’m sure that the prospects are sound in the event of calamitous circumstance 
or great good fortune. 
there must be a reason, there must be a plan.

a palace in receivership, 
a jester with a busted lip, 
a catalog of crooked answers... 
we’ve all heard about the rapist nun.
she pulled a switch on everyone. 
the altar boys aren’t having fun 
and the papacy is drawing up the papers 
(behind closed doors). 
but in the me-heanwhile... 

i’m renting a room in the loyalty building 
i’m sure that the prospects are sound in the event of calamitous circumstance 
or great good fortune 
there must be a reason there must be a plan.