Episode after episode
My tippling friend
An azure sister
Made love
Called up a crimson tide
Every time he had an episode and cried
Handed in his notice to a blue collar worker
She had a beer with the girl of his dreams
The men fear the backdoor man's hunger
Tearing the flesh till they are cunning
The leopard's child slept under blue skies
Pale as the afternoon
He wakes up mewling
His skin turns gold
He slept naked near a churlish kid
Who simply wanted to go to church
With the leopard skin lady
With cheap perfume and shy eyes
All he got was too much Sunday preaching
He became a little lost
In detention, they let in the dust
A religious head had him
To himself
Not much charismatic is his sermon
His Father is lewd
And his flower is waiting for the summer rain
He had episode after episode
Until everyone paid attention
Till he kept convulsing as long as they stayed
Gentile or Jew,
The wind was awash with tempests
Remember Phlebas who shared the fate of the ship
My love, desolate and empty
And it will be too many deaths
Till we know
La petite mort