Be my liberty
Be my fact and fantasy
Make love while you can
Has there been a better plan?

Well I could go on
But I just don't know
I had to fall a little
Crawl a little
Do it in the hall a little
Rachel
I kissed your lips
I lifted up my voice
I had to weep a little
Creep a little
Do it in the street a little
Rachel

Fire down below
Tell me where do kisses go
Fire the glamour guns
The junky girls have junky sons

I'm a gangster priest
But I fell in love
I had to fall a little
Crawl a little
Do it in the hall a little
Rachel
I kissed your lips
I lifted up my voice
I had to weep a little
Creep a little
Do it in the street a little
Rachel

Everything is great I don't know what to do
Don't know what to wear
Or who to make love to
Have you seen those films
Where they look like us?
Without such grace perhaps
And with too much fuss
Singing "where were you in ‘82
When there were great new drugs to do?"
And where are those that voted for
The end of all that we fought for?

Be my liberty
Be my fact and fantasy
Make love while you can
Has there been a better plan?

Well I could go on
But I just don't know
I had to fall a little
Crawl a little
Do it in the hall a little
Rachel
And I kissed your lips
I lifted up my voice
I had to weep a little
Creep a little
Do it in the street a little
Rachel

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Rachel

Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, Rachel