Went downtown just to be a martyr

But a telephone pole beat me to it

It was covered in barbed wire

Saw a little boys white teeth

Like wild horses encaged by an iron string



Oh god...does not feel good unless he bleeds



And daily crucifictions are hung up on street signs

They use all sorts of names

Hope they never use mine

These consonants and vowels

That cannot scream nor howl

Only just hang around



Oh god...howd things get so turned around



And in the office building

9 to 5 goes on trial

The man is startin to crack

But the ceiling stones smile

And the boss comes in

To see what fragile things

His dull and pointless tongue can tear



Oh god...he combed over a baldspot with a bit of hair



Cause everybody needs

Somebody else to blame

They cant curse themselves

They take their doctors name in vain

Theyd rather jump through hoops

And theraputic groups

Than in their own minds delve



Oh god...why dont we believe in ourselves



Sometimes

I think

Life is just a movie

And these

Strangers

Are folks we really know

Sit back

Relax

Enjoy some popcorn

Lifes a great big mystery show



Saw tiny faces that are tattered and torn

But theres paint upon the mansion that is hardly worn

Id like to go inside

But why I dont know

As though I could peel the paint

And feed it to the poor



Oh god...cant live like this anymore



My landlord..no...

My neighbor is as tolerant as a feeding shark

But they tell me that her bite is much better than her bark

She goes ramblin on

From dusk until dawn

Sayin I should try bein like her sometime



Oh god...think somethins d