no,not in this life
you have the lowest
common denominator
that is the street-

perfect a merciless stare
-you will accept
nothing but it all-
it is your ball..

to the manner born
my son
your choice
your *****..

grumpy at the psychoanalysts
bares his soul and sole:
scene one-

well,mummy thought i was
a prince-
but i was a monster

now,now, i´m a monster
who thinks he´s a prince..
i feel pointless

is there redemption doc?!
from this vicious circle
(tick-tock..!)

happy, in a neighbouring
antechamber
peruses ******-november-

-one ear upon the door
notes in the margin-
not..in..this..life..fatso...

what have they done to our
song,ma..
well,if your young or
just full of beans then
it is the same as ever...

never mind about the button
never mind about new or ancient
this universe is just one long b-flat
new and stretching on

-grumpy boots has been smoking..
happy dog chases sea-gull
an ice cream is three bucks-
what do we care..

i never stayed at the ymca
-sat on the steps they looked
like they were going

to **** (me)-but hey that was america..
travelling in america was a laugh
looking back..

from the get-go-one near miss
after another -hitch-hiking
sleeping in the woods..

i have never been so happy
to leave anywhere-
-grumpy boots with love..

grumpy and the dog
at the seaside-caption one-
a pair of bare feet-hairy and thin-

just look at all these tourists
coming here!
putting the prices up!

what kind of people like to pay
high prices?!
STRANGE PEOPLE!.. (that´s who)

is this our country or not?
money i suposse-
all is money..

love is..a cruise..and
i never been on one..
(a smiling face..)