Under The Big Black Sun

What i did on my vacation

for the last ten years

I took pictures of your town

plaid perfume on my breath

I mean i've been drinking scotch while touring

through your town

adultry makes you give things away

it gets you confused

adultry takes a one room vacation

then it gets you alone

turns into a hoonymoon scream

then you have to change the sheets

smoke in one hand looking for a light

martini in the other hand

pointing out midnight

now that you pulled the school underwater

and drowned the prom which man will you save

for this friday

you can put him in a fish pond

and watch him swim around then have a catholic dinner

if it isn't men it's death

it's the same old testament

at the cross her station keeping stood the mournful mother weeping

where my man extended hung driven with nails to wood

smoke in one hand looking for a drink

drink in the other hand pointing out midnight

at my desk as you're sleepng

as the big deal of death kills me and starts leaving

everbody asks me how i'm doing

i'm doing everything alone rave on children and try to sleep

larks must sing grave,

deep melodies happy that they die the sly brown

fox pulled up a glass pulled up a chair

and yanked out my hair when i tried to sit i fell down

when i woke up he was gone so one has

a smoke one has a drink the man is gone, mary's dead

good morning midnight