a shiny dime for my valentine, eating the liver
of the fire thief, we don't run the heater here
toughen up and learn to live like i do
hurt people hurt people and i am a pain
in the neck leading to the train station
down the alley and it's dark as the sleep could be
then
i forget the little things, the big things
the things that make the day go by like a hurricane
let me paint the town red with reminder ribbons
the memories fade and actions have consequences
i met my mother over a cup of tea and a box of pills
happy father's day, coke and a beer
hurt people hurt people, hurt is hurt and pain is a flash in the pan
and it's all too bright all the time, blinded and unwinded. my fantasy!
My neoheroin born from the messiah's bloody anal cunt, my religion is lost
Long and the heart grows fonder the foundling cries under gaslight
jezuz wore a lampshade in shame, light under a burning bushel
the manhood of the femiminity and the mentality of a dog under the moon
and then there was nothing but a face in the dark and a bucket of pills
and the shakes that hid in the curtains and had fingers like rotted wood
so i slept waking with eyes as wide as the world before me, thinking of the usa
and the ussr and the superheroes born from hiroshima and the happy days in the cold war
i sent a letter to god, post traumatic, dramatic, ecstatic, i am naught but love and fear
fire is a primal thing, real hot bitch, real cold bastard, fuck myself to hell and back
How do I feel? Why don't you tell me, you're the boss mein fuhrer, herr doktor.
the girl remembered her keys that night
she came through the door like a hurricane
when the moonlight when deadlight and black
i waited on the sun and wilted in the dark
and met Jacob in the learning pit
where he offered me diamonds, and i begged for
ladders, rope, toss it down to the hell i found
and i wish we were all found dead
like the dogs and the horses after the war
i felt sick, and the meds turned dystopian
yessir yessir, a goddess came
and she taught me how to be a victim again
and a goddess came and signed some documents
and she had a lot in common with the second coming
the one with blood on their face and beer in their mouth
and i became the butt of the joke, choke on it baby
caught after dark with hand as red as a roulette wheel
spin as i split infinitives with a spider
and watch the girl with confetti in her hair
deepfry herself in the laughter she chokes on.
a shiny dime for my valentine, eating the liver
of the fire thief, we don't run the heater here
toughen up and learn to live like i do
hurt people hurt people and i am a pain
in the neck leading to the train station
down the alley and it's dark as the sleep could be
then
i forget the little things, the big things
the things that make the day go by like a hurricane
let me paint the town red with reminder ribbons
the memories fade and actions have consequences
i met my mother over a cup of tea and a box of pills
happy father's day, coke and a beer
I saw a cat as big as a truckstop, the size of Alice’s mushrooms
With eyes like mixels and layman laziness and full of colourless
Pablo Picasso shakes like a leaf in my womb of my own
Hot and petite, tits up to the north pole, say hi to santa
Nightmares before, during, after, the christmas death day
I came home and came down off the high of life on the line
Hullo Hullo? If no one answers then the phone wasn’t ringing
I’m in love with all the neon and the radio on: alright, says who?
My love is a permissible, missable thing, content of context
They say missed opportunities for the x-y-zeds, zombie movies and popcorn
I’m a worry? Meet the fockers, meet the artistic inspiration
Newborning brain as big as the texan border, I rode the wave like silver quick
Minamata, minimental, the mass of the mental on the toll road to dreamland
Gimme the land of drano and purple koolaid, my eden goes rotten quick
Through the valley of death the train goes click clack paddywhack
I can feel the sleep sneak up on me, how many ways to polish a turd
2 truths and a lie, 2 guards at the bedroom door and 2 hands of God
Left in the gutter with the ghosts and the pretty green, pretty scene
A little cinematography in my autobiography, my darlings won’t die
Let them fall, clip that nevermore raven’s wings and let it fall
You can’t hear the clapped out cars on the way from 9-5 overtime
From the tree where she was found, the penchant for forgetting her keys
And a pendant of copper and a locket with a thimbleful of love and hate
Hair like down, down in the dumps and the drains run over with blood
She ran like Hermes on Heroin, quicksilver mercury mercurial
Cause listen to the violence, the disturbance turbulence
Not noise, just my mind going off in wrong directions
Avant-garde yourself from the pain, neuroblock-shock
The fear you feel should be indistinguishable from love
three walkways away from the source of trauma
We all gotta boogie around
Living a lie made out of various human matters
I pay the rent, I pay the bills, I take my pills
An English accent and 4 cups of tea a day
I follow every rule that the doctor sets and says
my synapses are psychoschizoscum scam kid
There is no asylum from the bedroom to timbuktu
Hell is where the heart is, holidays in the sun
Sun yourself on the beaches of Normandy
Mad here, all are the one, number one in the blues
ABCD and the music burns how pale the brain is
Under whitelight gaslight
I said my vows with crossed fingers
and marbles in my mouth
to hell and back to the bedroom
I forget how to hug and to touch
I eat dinner, I eat lunch, I bleed bidaily
Death is no setback, kickback and fightback
Nothing but calories, are we but human beings?
Dear Abby, dead and lovely baby
meat and 3 veg 3 times a day
this place is a prison
and i get sicker every day
it feels like a school camp smoke
I remember the lies and forget the past
tell you all my secrets and I'llnever be home
We don't ask questions, the sasquatch was born
I was Hyde till I was Jekyll, get it my dear, ammirite
Defence of the dirty ditty, doggone dickhead
horror! The horrors! The horror!
Who cares my little baby, i cried in the bassinet
bass heavy, bottom of the barrel
Ultramarine ultramaine escapism
the king in yellow pages and paint
i felt fear and I needed a hand to hold
The writing's on the wall, crawling
spiders in the pre-dream
you can't say that
lived experience from hell to heaven
heaven to hell, rags to riches
money bought my brain
the moon was looking at the child so sweetly.
a wilted sunflower met my gaze and bled black tears
young and cold, we won't be long for this world
how neoamericanisation can this all get
billboards and adverts and the birth in the back of a taxi
give me enough rope
He never waves as we go by. i split the love in two
i took down the posters and the pain fell like stars
his woman is dying and he never cries just right
it's alive, no pulse but it thinks like you and i
he went out and stood on his patio while the party raged
Banjo Tango a mind of 24/7 music
you make me sick and tired of being sick
watch me disappear and push me into the styx
back on the wagon and i needed a trick to turn
i made miles in a day or two, two days of dirt dragtime
speaking latin in a shirt and jeans
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