The grail has been left on the ***** bedroom floor,
You stumble around the earth looking for any answer
A cigarette, keep the cellophane
Used as a baggie to hold your cancer

The gift is discarded with the body
The trash has been building in your room for years
You never cared anyway,
You swallow back those tears

The world is cold and stark
You want to blend in with that dark
Ride the baffling wind until you're caught on a chain-link fence
In some park.

Don't you ever doubt my love--
We are made of the same **** stuff
It's for those like you I fight
Against the empty quantm'of night