I was a sailor

I was a sailor, and now I'm a boat

I was a car

I was a car, and now I'm the road

And I was kneeling down on the turnpike

With an angel down my throat

She said you don't know what it's like

To bow down down down to Maria's dead bones

I was in love

I was in love, and now I'm in hell

With Maria's bones talking to myself

You don't know what it's like

She said: He with least money has the most to sell

And she said: I've met angels so deep undercover

That they'd sit on Solomon's throne

And you don't know what it's like

You don't know what it's like

You don't know what it's like

To bow down, down, down, down to Maria's bones