The guilty undertaker sighs The lonesome organ grinder cries The silver saxophones say I should refuse you The cracked bells and the washed-out horns Blow into my face with scorn But it's not that way I wasn't born to lose you I want you, I want you I want you so bad Honey, I want you The drunken politician leaps Upon the street where mothers weep And the saviors who are fast asleep They wait for you And I wait for them to interrupt Me drinkin' from my broken cup And ask for me to Open up the gates for you I want you, I want you I want you so bad Honey, I want you Now all my fathers, they've gone down True love they've been without it But all their daughters put me down 'Cause I don't think about it