YOUR ROAD TO DAMASCUS
WAS SO UNEVENTFUL
THE TERRIBLE WEATHER
THE TERRIBLE FOOD
AS LONG AS PEOPLE KEEP BEING PEOPLE
WE’RE SCREWED
THE QUESTION IS DEAD
LONG LIVE THE ANSWER
FALSE PROPHETS AND LOSSES
HYSTERICAL DREAMS
HOW LIKE THE STARS WE ARE NOT AS CLOSE AS WE SEEM
THE KING SWEARS HE LOVES
HIS WHITE BREAD AND BUTTER
WHEN ASKING THE MASSES
FOR PARDONS AND PASSES
ON BUCKETS AND CHAIRS AND THRONES
WE ARE ALL ON OUR ASSES
THE WISE AND THE OTHERWISE
SCRAMBLE LIKE EGGS
AWAY FROM THE BODY COUNT
UNDER THEIR BED
HAUNTED BY THE VOICES OF MOTHERS
WASHING THEIR DEAD
GOODBYE THERE LOVELY
WORLD, YOU HARDLY KNEW ME
DANCING AND SINGING AND COMING APART
I BELONG IN NO SACRED HEART
I AM UNABLE
MY DOUBLED UP ANGEL
TO STOMACH THE LOOK
IN YOUR ANOREXIC EYES
I ALIGN AND DEFINE MYSELF
WITH AND BY WHAT YOU DECIDE
I GAVE YOU MY MINUTES
MY HOURS, MY DAYS
MY WEEKS, MONTHS AND YEARS
AND STILL I’M UNPAID
FOR MOCKERYS WHEAT FIELDS AND CITIES
IN WHICH I HAVE STAYED
GOODBYE THERE LOVELY WORLD,
YOU HARDLY KNEW ME
DANCING AND SINGING AND COMING APART
I BELONG IN NO SACRED HEART

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