Boy, you get my guts tied up in such a twisted [bad word] 
Heaven sent that you are, wouldn’t lift a claw or cut me off ‘cause
Rambling as I ever am I shamble to your chair and stables
Watch you all enraptured as you shuffle cards and stutter fables
Break my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my limbs for one of you
Two legs for two lips, now I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
Drop my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my habit to get you back and I’m
Like a fool without a calling, like a heartsick fool
Boy, you like to play the martyr, but if I pray a little harder
If I close the window [bad word] back here when I’m not so sober
If I said it plainly not in riddle-rhymes, all cagey, 
Would you answer with a smile made of brackets or look at me strangely?
Break my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my limbs for one of you
Two legs for two lips, now I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
Drop my habit, you were my habit, I’d trade my habit to get you back and 
It’s you and I again just writing, shiftless, click clack clicking, grinning 
Like a fool without a calling, like a heartsick fool
Boy, you’re on the floor and on my fingers, dripping from my kisses
Eyes so vacant, would you hate it, if I said you look delicious?
The laughter dies and rots inside me, brother, it is you all over
Stay beside me here and guide me, unrequited would-be lover
Took my miracle, you’re my miracle, I’d trade my brains for one of you
Two gods for two voices, I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
Need a miracle, you’re my miracle, I’d trade a miracle to get you back and I’m
Left without a friend, soaked to the bone and backwards bent 
I’m seeing shades, screaming repent your sickness leave it here for lent 
Now witness, here, a fool without a calling! I’m a heartsick fool.
Still the fool without a calling, still a [bad word] fool.