Lyrics
surrounded by a crowd of toads and grizzled uncles/their opposites among them cutting up their arms in concert/not a thought among them in the ether of their thoughts/not a heart between them in the straining of their dead throats/their back and forth and up and down, clutching evil papers/full of lust and full of meat and full of aimless hatred/full of fits I’m enveloped in a winter sadness/so unloved and so deserving of everything I get/so unplussed with the administrating of this city
and though I in my kerchief and I in my cap
am just settling down for the end of this nap
I shall be gouged ridiculed/then buried, ripped up by you dogs/see if i don’t
I started a collection of unhealing bones/the stones and sticks will never leave me alone & i’m so hurt i cough up charitable organizations/every morn waking to the screaming of the neighbors/yeah i’m so hurt cos there ain’t no useful salvation/no long term solution ever crosses my desk/or even wafts past the ears of anyone who matters/and really nothing matters, nothing matters, no you dain’t.
comment allez-vous, fuckeur fuckeur fuck ‘er/ old mother universe there ain’t no redemption/no there ain’t, saith the Preacher, it’s all so elusive, you can never understand it.