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You can take my records I don't need them any more And there's a little bit of money In the desk, inside a drawer Take my little bit of fan mail And burn it when I'm gone With all the pictures of the pretty girls With no clothes on And if I ever had a savior, I never knew his name 'Cause it was just last summer Well nothin's been the same Coming out of the sun for a while Up the block from Orange Near the dollar store downtown There's a place of refuge among the unemployed clowns I know it well 'cause I've been there some summers With all the pretty girls Who want me to kill their fathers And if I ever heard a church bell, I never knew the time So set your clock back an hour Or else you'll fall behind Letras de cancionesMomma, can I come in from the rain? I got a little bit of something to ease your pain Just for all the days you make me wait The anxiety for me that even liquor can't alleviate And the pageants are deserted And the carnival's closed down Thus the loneliness of an unemployed clown And if I ever heard a church bell Always heard it late You'd better drink the blood of Jesus Or else they'll lock the gate Momma, can I come in from the storm? You'll be waitin' alone at your back door Momma, don't give up your little boy From Letras Mania