Well I drunk the sun-down,

then I drunk

the fucker up again…

I played the forlorn clown, then I filled my

fucking cup again…

I cursed the silver moon

and the TV’s fucking news again,

I spoke my words too soon, they

novocaine’d my tongue again…

 

So they dashed my stupid face

on the wall

against my will again,

I wished I’d won the race

that they may never kill again…

but my brains that stained the bricks

were scrubbed

clean of all that did remain…

 

and no one cared at all

that no one ever knew my name…