We′ve been up and down these hills

And found ourselves in different pills

I met Satan in a cheap motel

She talked at length about Orson Welles

You were washed up on the shore

Lamb's blood ran down your doors

Soft, gentle stranger

Remember me when you′re tired and old

Soft, gentle stranger

Luella, babe won't you marry me now

You were washed up on the shore

Lamb's blood ran down your doors

(Now let me tell you a story about war and peace)

Not every filth is art

Not every strangers fall

No [?] is Madonna

No stranger is god

Not every church is strong

Not every city′s wrong

No struggle is in vain

No system is safe

And no lore in this world

Is sacred and sane

Not every man would rather be dead than in chains

Not every war′s unjust

Not every faith is love

No orgasm is ever enough

(Soft, gentle stranger

Luella, babe won't you marry me now)

Soft, gentle stranger

Luella, babe won′t you marry me now

Not every filth is art

Not every strangers fall

Not every generation is doomed to despair

Not every hate is wrong

Not every lust is sin

Not every revolution begins from within

You were washed up on the shore

Lamb's blood ran down your door

Soft, gentle stranger

Luella, babe won′t you marry me now

Not every filth is art

Not every strangers fall

(Not every generation is doomed to despair)

(Not every filth is art)

(Not every strangers fall)

(No orgasm is ever enough)

(Soft, gentle stranger

Luella, babe won't you marry me now)

Soft, gentle stranger

Luella, babe won′t you marry me now

Soft, gentle stranger

Luella, babe won't you marry me now