I hate myself for lovin you and the weakness that it showed
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road.
The stage was setthe lights went out all around the old hotel
I hate myself for lovin you and I m glad the curtain fell.
I hate that foolish game we played and the need that was expressed
And the mercy that you showed to mewho ever would have guessed?
I went out on Lower Broadway and I felt that place within
That hollow place where martyrs weep and angels play with sin.
Heard your songs of freedom and man forever stripped
Acting out his folly while his back is being whipped.
Like a slave in orbithe s beaten til he s tame
All for a moment s glory and it s a dirtyrotten shame.
There are those who worship lonelinessI m not one of them
In this age of fiberglass I m searching for a gem.
The crystal ball up on the wall hasn t shown me nothing yet
I ve paid the price of solitudebut at last I m out of debt.
Can t recall a useful thing you ever did for me
Cept pat me on the back one time when I was on my knees.
We stared into each other s eyes til one of us would break
No use to apologizewhat diff rence would it make?
So sing your praise of progress and of the Doom Machine
The naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.
Lady Luckwho shines on mewill tell you where I m at
I hate myself for lovin youbut I should get over that.

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