Jesus Is A Rochdale Girl

I have a drop-leaf window

With cats and broken yards

Sunflowers and paint cans

And stolen shopping carts

And nothing to be proud of

And nothing to regret

All of that to make as yet

All of that to make as yet

I have a single heartbreak

I celebrate and mourn

A single shining sister

And all the tricks of dawn

A single yellow duvet

A single switch to flick

But a thousand boxes yet to tick

A thousand boxes yet to tick

And Jesus is a Rochdale girl

And forty five CDs

Got a house that you can smoke in

So all my friends found me

And they found me full of myself

And bloody-minded will

And as yet a box to fill

And as yet a box to fill