Shielding my eyes against the shatterlight dawnAs inviting as the wrong end of a gunReluctant farewellsThen a taxi ride back to the lonesome hotelSharing a room with the ButcherLooking for her street on the mapI had half a mind to go back thereI had to choose between the vandal and the saintShe looked like a German film starDressed in limousine blackA dancer portraying a waitressBoth ballet and burlesqueI couldn't take my eyes off herShe said she liked the soft songs bestOh, ElviraA kiss for the vandal and the saintI felt like butter on a knife's edgeIn love with the handsome beastAnd the line between life and stupid gloryThat sets the wicked paceI am serving a residencyHere with the Frankfurt bluesThe ghosts of conquests pastWalking in a dead man's shoesI believe in the happy idiotIn the international free stateI believe in the truth behind the paint that roarsI believe in the vandal and the saintOh Elvira
