Up On Marlene's Hill

Eighty fluid ounces till the fun begins

Both hands tied to it, I'm feeling committed

Though as I try, the feeling multiplies

Every time I have to say goodbye

My thoughts of this place are a ghost of hatred

And evangelic aspirations, and permanent vacations

My best friends dancing around the room

Tally up the empty brews

The only thing we ever do

I'm starting to feel a little better

Up on Marlene's Hill

Okay, I'm ready to be understood now

At this late hour, in lime light

Both of us need my suffering

We're both undressed and wide-eyed

My soul is unclean and barely seen

Holy magicks that I try

My honesty and my lies

And all it takes to be useful up on Marlene's hill

Is living mistranslated, but you know I will

Give my love the name magic up on Marlene's hill

And telling a joke lying down, and up, on Marlene's Hill