You can have the sacred I'll take the profane I'll take San Francisco You can have Jerusalem I'll scrabble around in the gutter You Rock against the Wall We will both say our prayers before bedtime And fret that no one Hears them at all. You can take Manhattan And I'll flag on Jersey's shore Your bags can be from Macey's Mine are empty and looking for more. I'll battle with the rum and sweat You taste whiskey on your breath We will both bless the bottles Before drinking: You can remember I'll have to forget. You can have Bukowski Dirt and scum and jewels I'll long for the twin deer Running up my halls. You have got the forever Sitting in the palm of your hand I have got the shakes Dreaming of the Promised Land. I will look around Sheol So you don't have to go: You can have the desert While I am exiled in the snow. Because when the ground does shake And the axe it starts to fall We are both but children Crying about The shame Contained In it all.