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
I said a prayer to the highway god
“Please don’t let me
die alone
Out on this road
So far from home”
Some say
that hungry worms conspire to rend the flesh of the recently expired. That we
return to whence we came – to that unknown place which bears no name. Some day
perhaps we’ll rise again to know no sorrow – to feel no pain. I don’t know the
truth in that, because I’ve seen death up close and I don’t see no way back
from that. So if I fall before my time; bury me beneath the sign that points
the way back home; and simply say of me ‘he once was here and now is gone’.
I made you my seed gave you life flesh of my flesh you belong to me you’re a chip off the old block but I’ll be old and grey before you get the better of me you’ve gotten too big for your boots coming on all high and mighty you need some bringing down boy get your feet back on the ground you’ll feel the back of my hand it’s the only thing you understand there’s only one god in this house and while you’re under my roof I will be obeyed and I will be adored because everything I do I do it for you one day you’ll thank me for making you stronger one day you’ll thank me for making you stronger
it gets complicated when the weasels come to town some critters only love you when the sun shines they turn carnivorous in the dark weasels are sharp and unrelenting theirs are worlds of meat and necessities I don’t care what did the old assassin say? the coup de grace always stick one in the brainpan that’s what I’m doing gimme the blowtorch we’re smoking moon rocks testing the limits of gravity stick it to my brain pan I feel the rapture coming on strong I’m all about having a laugh vibing with the positive success is having fun there’s no maybe in paradise no excuses no exceptions and no mealy-mouthed weasels to ruin the party for everyone else
so fuck me up turn me out distance me from all I love bury me in winter squalls twist my nuts and switch me off tell me now I’m going home where no-one lives but me alone now that all reason has fled teach me how just cruel you are furbish my weapons poison my bread pour for me a bitter cup take my tears and drink them up
I’m going all the way down
never has so cruel a season rained down on my head it has carved for me a heart from stone no lover’s lips can relieve my doubts no knockout blow will count me out no
fiery brand will light my path I
grope in the darkness and eschew the light
coz there’s only one fight and I’m in it thick so murder me if you must but kindly make it quick
