With perfect prose and a broken nose
He beats the early morning streets
He’s not a king or anything and he’s felt like this for weeks
The rain has come again and it doesn’t mean a thing
Everyone’s mouth is moving but they don’t say a thing
I spent last night in bed with a young photographer friend
She’s a wounded dove. A pretty swastika
Her smile is like amphibian
Won’t you take a picture?
Develop it in liquor
Keeping it in frame
Diet Coke is a better mixer
Well you attempt the perfect crime
But you must be out of your mind
You tell me «What else can I do?»
But she’s a little young even for you
Interest or disinterest, she’s a simple-minded mistress
Interest or disinterest, well, you’re making it my business
The morning dew smells like manure
Nature is my rainbow sewer
You say you wanna get some sun
Well go ahead, I hope you have some fun
I’m talking in my sleep but everyone is listening
«Did you find a job today?»
Well I didn’t know one was missing