I would sacrifice all the light in this room to the devil
Whatever the weekend is drinking I’ll surely be at it’s temple
My rent doctor soothes me when she aches my pains
And patches up the walls from when I hate the game
I
Cut the shame and I sit on my rock as
I
Stalk the kids with their neighborhood chalk and
I
Mark the places where the bullet casings and shrapnel
Were caught lodged in the arteries of the deputy court marshal

Don’t discourage the obscenity of senators on their wedding day
If you follow me I’ll speak of thee in the highest at my eulogy
I don’t consider in the nearest the “hop-ability” of daddy dearest
Oh and by the way, there’s a tip jar on your way out.