As Tom Waits said: >>I'd sell your heart to the junk-man baby for a buck, for a buck! >>If you're looking for someone To pull you out of that ditch You're out of luck, you're out of luck >>The ship is sinking, the ship is sinking, the ship is sinking >>There's a leak, there's a leak In the boiler room, >>The poor, the lame, the blind >>Who are the ones left in charge? >>Killers, thieves and Lawyers >>God's away, God's away, God's away >>On Business. Business. >>God's away, God's away, God's away >>On Business. Business.