I want to go up to Detroit
I want to lie in the shade
I want to visit the president
And then I want to get laid
I want to go down to Memphis
I want to talk to the king
I want to tell him we're sorry
And it won't happen again
I've got a photo of James Joyce
It's a photo by Man Roy
It's not very very much like him
But it's not for me to say
She sacrifices her body
Almost every night
Just like a lamb to the slaughter
And she thinks it makes him feel right
You gave me so many problems
