Cracked bells and washed-out horns Burn into my face with scorn, But it's not that way, I wasn't born to lose you.

Guilty undertaker sighs,
The lonesome organ grinder cries,
Silver saxophones say I should refuse you.
Cracked bells and washed-out horns
Burn into my face with scorn,
But it's not that way,
I wasn't born to lose you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

Drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep,
They wait for you.
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin' from this broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.

All my fathers, they've gone down
True love they've been without it.
But all their daughters put me down
'Cause I don't think about it.

I return to the Queen of Spades
Talk with her chambermaid.
She knows that I'm not afraid
To look at her.
She is good to me
And there's nothing that she doesn't see.
She knows where I'd like to be
But it doesn't matter.
I want you, I want you,
I want you so bad,
Honey, I want you.