"'Cause I lost my job two weeks before Christmas. And I talked to Jesus at the sewer and the Pope said it was none of his God-damned business. While the rain drank champagne, my Estonian archangel came and got me wasted. 'Cause the sweetest kiss I ever got is the one I've never tasted. Oh, but they'll take their bonus pay to Molly McDonald. Neon lady, beauty is that which obeys, is bought or borrowed."