waiting for the day
of
the ultimate lay
to destroy all the other kids
who made fun like conversation before the battle of Zama
duck and cover
and run
to your mother
some waves crash pretty **** hard and others seem to do their part patience patience
mister mister
we will say the human race
now we will say the human race plus mister manly man right here stuck to
my ******* shoe
stuck to
the old days
the old ways
you are a
pathetic little man
i’ll spit you out like all the rest your hench men
or better still i’ll woo ya wife
will rest assured
If it’s
a **** off
that you want
if it’s nuke’s you wish to com
pare
i’ll take you back to kiddy school
and see what all the bright minds think of mr manly man
show and tell
you’re just the same
a de
fected membrane
playtimes over mister mister
time to face the facts:
you can’t destroy a ******* thing you can’t win the human race you’ll break a wall and see yourself you’ll never love a human soul
you might not have the biggest **** but the biggest **** is you
and now it doesn’t seem so great:
your ***** desires
when no one will have you!
the alarms keep ******* ringing
and i’m still ******* laughing
am i wrong
or is it not conversation we all want not conversation
like our own
not conversation
on a phone
but down here we just want to talk
human to human
am i wrong
or is it not the time to **** **** up
nothing ain’t worth ****
without something
to get us out of bed and meet the dead
this ******* alarm
and this blessed smile
keeping us tucked
so now just over the fence you might see the bobble of a walking hat those who are tall and
handsome
are worth nothing still
without a gun in their hand
or a trick in their hat
they are worth nothing still
if they lie dead on the bed all red if they lie dead on the bed all red
cut off his arms and stick a needle in his eye on the left
let him watch with the other
watch time unfold forever
keep him in a box with a peeping hole take him on your trips

fly western commercial and drop him off let them feed off him like lenin
busted bust
and broken treads
you’ll leave him and return always
duck and cover
there’s no fun and games tonight tonight
i wish to die
by
your
hand
duck and cover
i’m sure there’s just enough balance
to keep us the occupiers occupied
duck and cover
what’s wrong with a clenched fist strong smashing deep
and hard
into your
raised
cheekbones
just for you
to hit me back
you ***** ***** *******
i love you
rest assured we will
come for you
and threaten you with peace of mind

time
to
adjust time
to
make it
time
to
act like Joan of Arc it’s enough for time to pass
time to sell all my belongings time to **** mister mister