I’ve got bad news, he said It seems the city is in ruins We’ve got no time to mourn the dead We’ve got to get out soon I didn’t mean to, he said I didn’t know what I was doing I didn’t think what we did would ever find us so soon I’ve got bad news, he said It seems the city is in ruins We’ve got no time to mourn the dead We’ve got to get out soon I didn’t mean to, he said I didn’t know what I was doing I didn’t think what we did would bring the city down to ruins

Okay, I admit it- I broke my New Year’s resolution Didn’t say I wouldn’t smoke, just that you wouldn’t see me do it But when I told that dirty joke at your sister’s first Communion You drew a line across your throat and I knew that I would lose it “This proves it,” you said to me headlessly, endlessly breathless From now well into yesterday- you’re brave like a tidal wave I’m afraid that I’ll misbehave, and then when you cave in You’re just that much more menacing Here, have some venison “No way, I’m a vegetarian!” That one time we went camping, I saw you shoot three deer And then leave one alive You said it was good to put fear in them And that you like to imagine how godlike you appear to them   I’m not lying, I swear, but you have to be scared, ’cause What if my my McChicken was once self-aware? What if I was the victim of a race of barbarians? They’re licking my bones, but would anyone care? You would, I daresay- you’d stand with a banner Handing out pamphlets from here to Montana that cry The Cause is Still Happening! As they fly right in the trashcan But you look hot as hell in your free-trade paisley afghan No such thing as a has-been, ’cause there’s lines we’re all toeing We’re growing in numbers, but I just see you Going-going-gone As the wind blows the feathers hanging from your earlobes, but I’ll treasure the heart you painted in blood on my bathrobe   Forgive me, forgive me- I though you were with me On the fundamentals, at least- but it looks like you’re winning The argument, and all I want is you to be at the first printing Of the self-help book I’m writing on how to get women I wish I had a prism I could shine you through I’d do me too, get all our personalities locked in a room The spectrum all staring awkwardly, humming out of tune Wondering which one of us is the real you I know it sounds crazy, but maybe, just maybe We’d work some stuff out, or at least have a gang bang But we’d probably wind up all shouting the same things It’s obvious now, but my memory’s not far from fading I’m done with dating- I’m always late to things anyhow I’m dedicating the end to the furrow in your brow I can’t really bend down, so I won’t take a bow I’m less flexible; you’re not making me do yoga now

I still remember: Sitting in the backseat at that girl’s half-hearted track meet Getting about two hits deep into a bag of weed that had to be at least half the size of me Remember that I was just a teen And at that age, things are always a little smaller than they seem I do not recall her, ’cause all I could ever do was gawk at her It’s not that I was stalking her, but I just couldn’t talk to girls My world got smaller, though, saw her in a mall department store Thought of how I felt before But then saw that she was with her daughter   And now: Since we last met, I have remembered my mortality I can’t get any rest, practically a picture of insanity Why can’t I just forget? Leave me be, be free There’s nothing left to see, I’m going to need a sec, please … So I have had trouble distinguishing wrong from right- Just like everything else in this life, it’s a shade of grey Not a given thing Though black and white have always been my favorite colors I’m beginning to think I’m in need of a change Maybe I’ll start wearing pink   So I’m at this party, right, and at first I’m not aware of it, but everybody’s looking at me: And the air in here has me feeling about as tense as a whip crack Get back, sit back Wait, does anyone want a hit of that? Does anyone want a Xanax? Wait, these are Tic Tacs, what happened to my- Alright, just relax … Back-to-back blackouts out back where I hacked up Some black tar, but track marks aren’t my thing, so I passed But I’m not really that smart, should’ve just hit the sack, but Skii-Z passed me a blunt, and I had to light that up   In my mind I am sober, but since last October Or maybe November All I remember Is that it got colder

I feel stuck here, like a drunk in a jungle gym I’ve run amok here, but my jacket is drenched in gin Wish me luck, but I won’t hear it, ’cause Up ahead there’s a spirit Warmly welcoming, calling me closer to come with him I’m done within, whether it’s the spirit or spirits I’ve spent too many nights getting dangerously near it Like deer in headlights, when you see the end you revere it Someday it might feel right, until then- I’ll just fear it   That’s the thing about consciousness  It’s kind of hard not to think about how we got here And if someday we’ll bring our apocalypse While you’re on the topic, try to stop from hypothesizing If your body parts are the only thing that’s comprising you Are you man or organic machine? Are you part of plan, or is this all just a dream? You barely understand life, let alone know what it means You’re scared- but the right knife cuts us all apart at the seams You’re a part of the team, you’re a part of the scheme We’ll bring down the regime, we shall all reign supreme In our dreams But you’re a part of the scene, you’re a part of the theme You’re a party to thieves Please, take my keys and just leave, ’cause I don’t think that any of my friends believe in     or in heaven So where would they grieve? Who would they see when they looked down at me? All riddled with gashes, I’m sure there’d be gasps Though it’d sure look good on my epitaph: “Here lies a man with neither future or past-  He lived in the moment, but now his moment has passed.”

Now put your limbs to the sky and just dance like a burn victim You are part of the lie, you are part of the system But the rhythm tonight is advancing your mission It is hard to deny, it is hard not to listen ‘Cause this is a vision with no tradition, with no ambition With no admission of guilt over spilt milk in the kitchen And it’s easy to miss, ’cause we’re just existing   Now we dance like a burn victim You are part of the lie, you are part of the system But the rhythm tonight is advancing your mission It is hard to deny, it is hard not to listen ‘Cause this is a vision with no tradition, with no ambition With no admission of guilt over spilt milk in the kitchen And it’s easy to miss, ’cause we’re just existing   The dance floor is a cancer ward We dance more ’cause we can’t get bored Or we’ll ask for more than we can afford The time is passed, now we’re heading towards What has to be called chastity ’cause this coup was a catastrophe Now all we do is laugh but we cannot speak Don’t know who’s our past but now we’re family

The only part of you that isn't moving is your memory