Mendoza Line Love On Parole Lyrics

I was blessed to fight with you all night
I hadn't even know what fun
All they wore was dressed in scarlet and in white, like
the whore of Babylon
Shook your conscience, held it to the light, tried to
see what was written on it
I said, "Baby don't ya think, you're being a little bit
drastic?
There are things in this world that you can't buy with
plastic.
You blew through your cash like a Klondike miner.
Someday you'll maybe feel the lash of the Intelligent
Designer."

Oh, your doctor died, Baby
I believe he lost a-hold of himself
Oh, it wasn't a homicide
Your doctor was in such poor health
And I'm a lot like him
I believe I've lost control
And those are the terms of our love on parole

Oooh, they found us out in pavillions of doubt
And cathedrals of longing and death without warning
The room(?) readied itself for that transfer of power
When you rode right through in your penultimate hour
And said, "I can see the billboards and the history written large."
You said, "That was no-one's wedding, Baby, that was
Picket's Charge."
And for all of your talk of ending the fray,
There's not a part of your heart that would have it
that way
Oh, ya couldn't make a cup of tea
Without a battle strategy
Which doesn't feel right until it takes it toll

And those are the terms and conditions of our love on
parole

Oh, abrasive and unbearable, a half-step from
hysterical
You stopped waiting for the miracle and started praying
for the end
Oh, you were never less than charitable
But I can think of nothing so terrible
As to no longer be your lover and only be your friend

Now I could navigate [by those?] complex narratives
That which lived and died and lies in state
And still [Missed 1] its imperatives

And anyway, I was never that interested in your heart
and soul
I just wanted to see you and make love on parole