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Written by Joan Osborne
From Mr. Wrong Soundtrack 

I take my baby to the cornfield 
I lay him down between the rows 
I ask him if he really loves me 
He tells me only heaven knows 

If I owned a TV station 
This is the message I would send: 
A hundred strenuous acquaintances can't meet the loss of one true friend 

Give me his old Montana jacket 
His favorite shirt is Panama 
And I can tell you where he's buried 
Tell you the last thing that he saw, saw... 
I am the keeper of your fetish 
There is so much that you don't know 
You're gonna drown in your own bathtub 
You're gonna miss me when I go 

If I owned that big transmitter 
This is the message I would send: 
A hundred strenuous acquaintances can't meet the loss of one true friend 

And on the mornings after parties 
I pick the bottles from the floor 
I open every single window 
I cough until my ribs are sore 
Callin' out to all you vampires, 
"I got molasses in my veins! 
I think it's time I should be leavin' 
And you can fight for my remains!" 

For every word on every paper 
For every dollar you will spend 
A strenuous acquaintances can't meet the loss of one true friend 
The loss of one true friendWas meint ihr will aus diesem Kindlein werden?
Gutes oder Böses?

[translation from German:
What, do you think, will become of this child?
Good or bad?]

Today's just an endless wait
Skull monkeys running through my head
Skylight, police car on fire
Someone get me to the end or time

Just exist, it's the easy way
Our elders only count on Poppy Day
I'm only human, just an upright dog
Nothing special and no loss

A handful of sour glory
[ And ] A cup of poisoned joy
We're the devil's playthings
Satan's little helpers
A handful of sour glory
[ And ] A cup of poisoned joy
God's mistakes
Hate, kill and destroy

All this panics just to keep us down
Get me up before the air runs out
I'm only human, just an upright dog
Nothing special and no loss

A handful of sour glory
[ And ] A cup of poisoned joy
We're the devil's playthings, baby
Satan's little helpers
A handful of sour glory
[ And ] A cup of poisoned joy
God's mistakes
Hate, kill and destroy

A handful of sour glory
[ And ] A cup of poisoned joy
We're the devil's playthings, baby
Satan's little helpers
A handful of sour glory
[ And ] A cup of poisoned joy
God's mistakes
Hate, kill and destroy