Sunday, November 13, 2005

Savagery

Maybe if you were here
we wouldn't have to fuck with our minds
and maybe then we'd both feel less numb.

Maybe if I was there
we wouldn't have to shout all the time
and maybe then we'd put down our guns.

Great!
give me a sec to wipe up.
Let me turn back on the car;
it was getting cold anyway.
I'll be over in a bit.
I'll have turned back on my word
(but) it was getting cold anyway.

Maybe if you wrote a book
the world would seem to make more sense
and maybe then we'd both feel less numb.

Maybe if we read a book
this world would tickle us instead
and maybe then we'd put down our guns.

Great!
give me a sec to wipe up.
Let me wash off all the mud;
it was getting old anyway.
I'll be over in a bit.
I'll have turned back on the world
(but) it was getting old anyway.

A terrible fortune for you,
a terrible fortune for me.
But no, haven't you heard?
It's the year of the free.

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