I made eyes with a sailor With a burned up hand The cross eyed lead singer Of a bad bar band I loved an elegant gangster And a customs man But then I fell for him And that was the end He was my gold-plated scarab He was my chosen one He was my sandinista And my royal bum He was my used car salesman And my wayward son And then I fell for him And that was the end In the morning you may wake to find that I'm gone Sad to go but you know I need to stumble on In time, with the passing of the days You'll forget my name It's strange, I know, the way some people play But I'm just the same The grand destruction game I made eyes with a sailor With a burned up hand A cross eyed lead singer Of a bad bar band I loved an elegant gangster And a customs man And then I fell for him And that was the end In the morning I may wake to find that he's gone Sad and lonely but I know he too must stumble on In time, with the passing of the days I may forget his name It's strange, you know, the way some people play But he's just the same The grand destruction game