I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975. I was puzzled by a dream, it stayed with me all day in 1995. My brother had confessed he was gay. It took the heat off me for a while. He stood up with his sailor friend, and made it known upon my sister's wedding day. I got married in a rush to save a kid from being deported. Now she's in love. I was so touched, I was moved to kick the crutches from my crippled friend. She was not impressed that I cured her on the Sabbath, so I went to confess. When she saw the funny side, we introduced my child bride to whisky and gin. The priest in the booth had a photographic memory for all he had heard. He took my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called, "The State I Am In". So I gave myself to god. There was a pregnant pause before he said ok. Now I spend my day turning tables round in Marks & Spencers'. They don't seem to mind. I gave myself to sin and I've been there and back again. I gave myself to Providence. The State That I Am In. Oh love of mine, would you condescend to help me. I am stupid and blind. Desperation is the devil's work, it is the folly of a boy's empty mind. Now I'm feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad.Why don't you lead me to a living end. I promised that I'd entertain my crippled friend. My crippled friend.