blessed be the name of the man who stole my car
he will not travel far with out me
ive got no time for blame or to reassert my claim
this spell im under wont last till next thursday
i see him driving by and he knows im scandalized
he looks me in the eye and rounds the corner
this vision i endure through the window as i stir
my buttered oatmeal every morning on the burner

blessed be the heretofore unmentionable doubt
that turns me inside out when im alone
blessed be the voices weaving through the summer breeze
pealing laughter and celebratory tones
in my time of doubt i throw my eyes upon the sky
and i search in vain for my familiar wantings
but emptiness it seems has cast its hook into my dreams
and depopulated me of my sweet dauntings

blessed be defeat and surrender in the street
as i throw myself amidst the morning traffic
last week i threw my faith into the backseat of my car
where it melted to a star of glowing plastic
without it i have been reduced to ugliness and sin
not to mention all those grumpy little chocolates
now the man whose name ive come to prey upon
comes rolling through the dawn
a lump of phosphorescence in his pocket

blessed be the name of the man who stole my car
we shook hands in a bar but was i dreaming
this spell ive cast upon myself
has eased my consciousness upon a shelf
occupied by the likes of giants
in the open spaces ive begun to effervesce
as a playground gives its guests to joyful screaming
now suffice to say that ive got no more time today
to give to cars thieves faith oatmeal and other lusty tyrants