Bài hát The Month After Báo Lỗi

Under the table and down in the pit with out plastic

Potatoes and Joe-Joe the dove on the spit. On the

Spoons you made rhythm; I whistled the blues cos

My throats been misused and my voice is a crack in

The tar. In the jar is a tablet they sent in the post,

With a pamphlet. With an order; "Take this when the

Pain gets too much!" I confess I feel nothing at all . . .

I'm bored and you're bald, but I laughed when you

Called me the snail. My red trail runs behind me.

I'm guilty, no secrets. You're not such a picture

Yourself--but your brown eyes I know so very well.

They're sadder and wiser; We've finally been

Through it all. Now our time's slowly ticking away.

Do you think there's a heaven? [ Backwards: I feel nothing at

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