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