My feet tumbled through stone and rock
Dressed in nothing but stocking sock
It bled from my feet up to my nose
So I stabilized them with a steel toe
Now I trudge through my path like a ship through sea
Stomping to death the earth ‘neath my feet
My feet tumbled through stone and rock
Dressed in nothing but stocking sock
It bled from my feet up to my nose
So I stabilized them with a steel toe
Now I trudge through my path like a ship through sea
Stomping to death the earth ‘neath my feet
Finally placed down to earth
I feel my body, I feel my worth
How did I pay for this comfort
Or did I even pay at all?
I’m glued to a postcard
I’m Jesus on the wall
I’m running around a hallway
With nothing on at all
But reality stops me in my tracks
I attempt not to fall
Waking life or dreaming
I’m slave to it all
Out of the tavern, groups of three
Staggering to freedom as they climb the hill
Laying waste to the golden calf
Tortured, tortured, tortured but never killed
Chorus:
Tonight I’m dining generously
Tonight I’m singing joyously
Man’s grain liquor to head
Tonight this body is wellfed
And they’re getting real good at stunts
To feign, to fake, to train, to trick
All the sheep in single file
“Permission to be sick?”
Chorus
“We’ll fix that arm, back to work”
This opiate will kill the pain
Then once that you need more of it
Go home, please refrain
You’re never enough; she thinks your a stain
So hoard all the ephemera that you’ve saved up
And point and know your worth
She’ll smile
And you’ll know you’ve a gem in your hands
But just as waking life is sure to disappoint
Your solid will evaporate and crack at all its points
A decorated discipline
Golden buckle on the belt
A loaded gun, a loaded womb
Which exhales first?
Golden boy, towering man
You can mark the growth with the both of your hands
From bottom to top, haves and have-nots
Both build enclosures on vacant lots
To contain laughter, living and catalyze rot
Everybody needs a pill, a friend to greet them in the morning
And you can have it all if you use your mind
What you’ve in your hands
Is the enigma of what you ‘ve got
It has come to my attention that walls are not walls
I watch every corner and my curiosity crawls
Confinement takes resistance, I’m joyously willed
To be covered by the silence and with silence be filled
Day to day a covering of all-white sheets
I sleep in the corner and my curiosity eats
It falls into conflict in some hospital undermanned
What I cannot attend to merely with these hands
These great heroes are hanged at their throats
To solidify their status and for history to misquote
There’s a write up in the paper, and a moral superimposed
For the dead cannot argue, their fate with the casket’s close
They’ll write historical fiction, put words in the martyr’s mouth
They’ll celebrate their existence with pop portraits and Technicolor snouts
They’ll sell it at the drugstore
They’ll clean him up real nice
They’ll satirize his influence
They’ll put him on par with Christ
Fornicate with stars
Feed the flowers full
Inseminate and destroy
A box full of toys
‘It is what it is man!’
‘Are you a man or are you a boy?’
This is a map for conquest
Pop it in, puncture the tape
Everything revolves around you
You’ve special abilities
We can help you show it
‘Get out of the shadows man!’
‘This is America man!’
Who knew it would come to this
A semi-painted rainbow and a half-slit wrist
He knew his route well, just where he was bound
To the platform of winners where vermin sleep sound
But the hike made him drowsy, the latch came undone
Reaching for the sky, and melting in the sun
The radio was playing they bypassed the letter
Their boy ‘wouldn’t do that, he knew better’
He had a heart for service, and a selfless little head
But was merely headed straight to where he was led
Getting the most out of his ride in the golden automobile
Like his parents with his snuff note and its unbroken seal
He let sense get the best of him and made his last business deal
Took the high road to heaven and let god take the wheel
When abstraction can materialize and take off
Man has success man’s gone soft
I watch with my wallet what sin can be bought
Or with a glance perhaps like some plague be caught
It’s no use, it’s no use
the attractive, the appealing
And the pleasing self-abuse
