I don’t read the papers I just follow the signs I get all the information I need in stereo messages from heaven transmitted
in high definition directly into my
cranium my senses may be addled but my heart is instrumental in
sorting out those waves I needn’t be
sober to garner their substance the
lyrics are set in time to a long familiar refrain
they tell me god loves a drunk because all drunks are poets and all poets are killers when it comes down to it and it often does we are all of us killers but
I don’t seem to mind I’ll gladly take
the blame if there’s any going my hereditary fault lines my bipolar distemper metes out eyeball for eyeball tooth for tooth truth from bloody pain
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