Speaking of song lyrics, this is a bit of Standing Outside A Broken Phonebooth With Money In My Hand by Primitive Radio Gods...I know what it means to me, what does it mean to you?

"Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon street
We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job"