Satan, Luella & I

We've been up and down these hills And found ourselves in different pills And I met Satan in a cheap motel She talked at length about Orson Welles You were washed up on the shore Lamb's blood ran down your door Soft, gentle stranger Remember me when you're tired and old Soft, gentle stranger Luella, babe, won't you marry me now? You were washed up on the shore Lamb's blood ran down your door (Now let me tell you a story about war and peace) Not every filth is art Not every stranger's fall No row is Madonna No stranger is God Not every church is strong Not every city's wrong No struggle is in vain No system is safe And no law in this word Is sacred or sane Not every man would rather Be dead than in chains Not every war's unjust Not every faith is love No orgasm is ever enough Soft, gentle stranger Luella, babe, won't you marry me now? Soft, gentle stranger Luella, babe, won't you marry me now? Not every filth is art Not every stranger's fall Not every generation is doomed to despair Not every hate is wrong Not every lust is sin Not every revolution begins from within You were washed up on the shore Lamb's blood ran down your door Soft, gentle stranger Luella, babe, won't you marry me now? Not every filth is art Not every stranger's fall Not every generation is doomed to despair Not every filth is art Not every stranger's fall No orgasm is ever enough Soft, gentle stranger Luella, babe, won't you marry me now? Soft, gentle stranger Luella, babe, won't you marry me now? Soft, gentle stranger Luella, babe, won't you marry me now? Soft, gentle stranger