Christened on billiard paper Lo and fro, oh no Love comes to the town again And I am rendered spent A recalcitrant pen begging, "God knows when, He'll hurt my beard, rest me deep under again"
Mother! Mother! Hear my forlorn screams They are inauthentic They yearn to be redeemed
Father, you, sister! Watch this cold hand They were born spastic Neutered with a brand
A brand that loves to burn alone A brand that seethes, kiss the bone Take me to a walk in your grove I couldn't do anything in your cove Just a lover's weary shove Until you take me above There, the night will reign with a shadow