I listened to a lecture of nonsense till dawn,
By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on.
He said, "How did you ever dream up that song, the one where the baby dies?"
I said "Ill tell you the secret, which one's your good ear?
Yeah, people are made up of water and fear.
If there weren't women present we wouldn't be here,
So let's make like we're friends."
And the pot turned to powder and soured the mood,
And the people Id come with were gone from the room.
So I asked like a child, "May I be excused?",
And disobeyed them all.
Into that late-night latrine,
Rain soaking through my shoes.
I tried walking backwards to get less confused.
Working off the theory I could never prove;
That it was life itself to blame.
In time we'll win the world,
Like a failed revolution.
A tumor we could not remove.
An old friend.
Now my days are distractions, sit wringing my hands,
Solitaire, crosswords and films on demand.
When you turn from a cartoon back into a man,
You start to smell that human smell.
So I sleep with the fan on to drown out the street,
And the noise rising up from the bar underneath.
But for that inconvenience all my drinks are free,
So I guess it's just as well.
Why do I envy the ending right from the start?
Just get it together to take it apart.
Watching the horse as it follows the cart,
I sweep up my broken spell.
And I felt something changing the world,
Like a new constitution.
A thief I would have to pursue,
At all times,
At all costs.