John Dark

I went in like Joan,

No voice to guide me

And carry a picture

In my teeth.

A wedding like Joan's,

No voice to guide me.

I carry a picture

In my teeth.

Next time I'm feeling better

I'll keep my lips together.

I'll wear my leather sweater

And never once forget her.

Your dilated eyes

And guarded paradise,

you carry a picture of Joan.

I know you're upset

Because you haven't shaved your legs,

And you're not a woman,

Who might think that was European.

Do words stand alone?

Will words stand behind you?

Will words burn a picture

In your teeth?

Next time I'm feeling better

I'll keep my legs together.

I'll wear my leather sweater

And never once forget her.

Next time I'm feeling better,

I'll put my hands together.

I'll waive my right to pleasure

And keep my legs together.