I recall seeing the pope
 
 Pontiac 1987
 
 Money changing between hands
 
 Outside the Silverdome
 
 Afterwards a riot broke
 
 Old folks turned brutish
 
 Trampling their way out the gates
 
 Towards heaven
 
  
  That fall from grace
 
 Knocked me on my knees
 
 Don’t tell anyone
 
 That's what I wanted
 
 The God of change
 
 Knocked me on my knees
 
 Don’t tell anyone
 
 That's what I wanted
  
 
 Remembering a Jumbo’s night
 
 December 26th
 
 Weird faces filled up the bar
 
 Half sober
 
 Outside a steady snow
 
 All new white
 
 With new money and false friends
 
 I don’t like it
 
 That fall from grace
 
 Knocked me on my knees
 
 Don’t tell anyone
 
 That's what I wanted
 
 The God of change
 
 Knocked me on my knees
 
 Don’t tell anyone
 
 That's what I wanted
  
 
 The dog in the manger eats its anger
 
 But I miss it
 
 The way it was before the scales
 
 Fell from my eyes
  
 
 There's no use being sad about it
 
 What's the point of crying about it?
 
 There's no use being sad about it
 
 What's the point of crying about it?
 
 There's no use being sad about it
 
 What's the point of crying about it?
 
 There's no use being sad about it
 
 What's the point of crying about it?
 
 There's no use being sad about it
 
 What's the point of crying about it?
 
 There's no use being sad about it
 
 What's the point of crying about it?
 
 There's no use being sad about it
 
 What's the point of crying about it?
 
 There's no use being sad about it
 
 What's the point of crying about it?