I'm trading dreams with the drag queens
On the corner of seventh and trade
Yeah, I'm trading dreams with the drag queens
In their smokescreens
Goddamn the grand schemes when the dream starts to fade
And outside the kingdom is dead calm
You won't see a sinner, they say
Around back's the jail and the smokestacks and the train tracks
Where the smokers and sinners have all come to play
Save me Jesus, save me sinners
Save me train tracks, save me train
Save me cop shop in the back drop
Save me downtown, lovely ghost town
From the grand schemes that I've made
Delilah is lit up like Christmas
Jimmie's blue jeans are tighter than sin
Tequila's been tickling the man at the bar
Tobacco stained walls are comforting him
And I like the view from this window
The one that's been bricked up for years
Sweet Jesus, he's saving a cross at the mission
His big neon light's gonna bring me to tears
Save me Jesus, save me sinners
Save me train tracks, save me train
Save me cop shop in the back drop
Save me downtown, lovely ghost town
From the grand schemes that I've made
There's no romance for me in this city
Save the corner of Seventh and Trade
Where addictions, afflictions, and sweet contradictions
All come to play when the lights start to fade
Save me Jesus, save me sinners
Save me train tracks, save me train
Save me cop shop in the back drop
Save me downtown, lovely ghost town
From the grand schemes that I've made

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