Salivation/Salvation

Lady Luck, craving to be struck
leave your dignity with me for a spell
make a dream on the floor of a motel, motel
you'll never wash away that vulgar smell
you only made a million mistakes in all your youth

salivation, salvation
with or without imagination
in the back of an oldsmobile
I'll never know if it's real

will kingdom come,
for such scum?
without fear, without fever
I'll never know if I'm a believer
but we'll all be golden retrievers
for the mighty deciever