we walked round like zombies in the burying grounds like vultures in the sky watch a dying man in the right city right on the wrong side of town like ghosts we don t make a sound i kept quite i didn t care to feel your light and with the black madonna as my guide with the wild demon jesus running by my side i didn t care to feel your light oh carmelita hold me tighter does mary pray for us when we re all strung out on heroin sitting down the back of the bus feel no pain everything is right as rain this city seems to know my name she opens up her legs and opening her vein shines a light for me again feel no more i do not care to fight that war in a sordid leather jacket kneeling on the floor for forty minutes dying and forty years more i do not care to fight that war oh carmelita hold me tighter does mary pray for us when we re all strung out on heroin sitting at the back of the bus there s pretty girls on the boardwalk tonight pick up your cans of cider boys line up to the right they hitch up there skirts they ll drink till they fight and i won t look away all alone and divided we stand with the marks of carelessness blackened in our hands i don t know no i don t understand but i won t walk away  feel no more i do not care to fight that war in a sordid leather jacket kneeling on the floor for forty minutes dying and forty fucking years more but the rats in the road and the leeches at the door at eight in the morning man i can t help you score i do not care to fight that war oh carmelita hold me tighter does mary pray for us when we re all strung out on heroin sitting at the back of the bus oh carmelita hold me tighter does mary pray for us when we re all strung out on heroin sitting at the back of the bus