Hang On St. Jude

Hang on St. Jude don't get lost
Among the smoke and baptisimal fire
Each to their own regrets
When the flames reach up higher
I got a twenty dollar bill
And a quart of red wine
We can toast to the heavens
If you've got a mind

Hang on St. Jude the winds of change
Soon will blow
Give the devil his due
Or it's off to hell we'll all go
I met her in Harlem
On a back street of sin
She was stoned to the gills
And I had no other way to get in

Hang on St. Jude before your conscience
Gives you pause
She's my two dollar saviour
And the queen of my lost cause
I found her still sleeping
With last night's regrets
It was talcum powder I'm sure
Sprinkled over her breasts

I must be due for a medal
I can't get any higher
Lay it on me St. Jude
Burn me in your baptism of fire
We can save her together
Without due diligence or loss
Nail a crow to the door
Along with a wooden cross

Got to burn all the martyrs
Before they put up the rent
Hang on St. Jude to your sanity
This lady is truly heaven sent
We can lay down beside her
With our heads on each breast
Take our time to quell our thirst
Then put it out with all the rest

So hang on St. Jude be prudent
It's going to be a rough ride
As we both take our chances
In the passenger seat this time...