Dirge Lyrics

I hate myself for lovin' you And the weakness that it showed You were just a painted face On a trip down suicide road
The stage was set, the lights went out All around the old hotel I hate myself for lovin' you And I'm glad the curtain fell
I hate that foolish game we played And the need that was expressed And the mercy that you showed to me Who ever would have guessed?
I went out on lower broadway And I felt that place within That hollow place where martyrs weep And angels play with sin
Heard your songs of freedom And man forever stripped Acting out his folly While his back is being whipped
Like a slave in orbit He's beaten 'til he's tame All for a moment's glory And it's a dirty, rotten shame
There are those who worship loneliness I'm not one of them In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem
The crystal ball up on the wall Hasn't shown me nothin' yet I've paid the price of solitude But at last I'm out of debt
I can't recall a useful thing You ever did for me 'Cept pat me on the back one time When I was on my knees
We stared into each others eyes 'Til one of us would break No use to apologize What difference would it make?
So sing your praise of progress And of the doom machine The naked truth is still taboo Whenever it can be seen
Lady luck who shines on me Will tell you where I'm at I hate myself for lovin' you But I should get over that