Kenny took a walk,
deep into Manhattan
Sold her soul to the devil then
Now she can't get it back
No, she can't get it back
She's waiting in a phone booth
For a man to come and save her
But he's taken every
dollar that she made
And she can't get it back
No, she can't get it back
Jesus is in heaven
And Mary's in the stable
But Candy's got nowhere
to go to sleep
Her papa's in the graveyard,
and her mama's back in Kansas
Prayin' to the angels of the East
For Candy's soul to keep
Candy was a boy who never
played no ball games
Missed out on every ride in the fair
Now she can't get it back
No, she can't get it back
Candy feels the breeze
And heads out on the highway
No one's gonna miss her
when she's gone
Lord, they won't have her back
Lord, they won't get her back
Jesus is in heaven
Judas in the jailhouse
Jason out for candy round the sun
So where are all the saints?
Where are all the angels?
Why does every day a living hell?
A living hell
Candy wants to die,
but can't afford the burial
And mama doesn't want her,
just want her back
No, she won't
take her back
Won't take her back
So Candy has a plan
She's gonna ride out on the beltway
Take the road until she disappears
And they won't get her back
No, they won't get her back
No, they won't get her back
Oh, no, they won't get her
back
I don't get it, I don't get it
I can't get it, I can 't get it
It won't get her back,
it won't get her back
Can't get it back,
can't get it back
Can't get it back,
can't get it back
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
Can't get enough
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