I was a sailor I was a sailor, and now I'm a boat I was a car I was a car, and now I'm the road
And I was kneeling down on the turnpike With an angel down my throat She said you don't know what it's like To bow down down down to Maria's dead bones
I was in love I was in love, and now I'm in hell With Maria's bones talking to myself
You don't know what it's like She said: He with least money has the most to sell And she said: I've met angels so deep undercover That they'd sit on Solomon's throne And you don't know what it's like You don't know what it's like You don't know what it's like To bow down, down, down, down to Maria's bones
