Foolssong

And with what shall I fix

The hole in the bucket, dear Liza

Where the honeyed diamonds of the light leaving your eyes were?

Shall I cancel the play? What, three showings a day?

It was shitty, we couldn't stay longer

Beneath the bridge we kissed

I was busy eating my own wrist for that…

I walked into the room and was made sick by the room

I painted a painting known as A Girl And Her Broom

Its figures all lit up -

Nagasaki, At Night, At War With The Devil!

It ain't easy being a baby like you!

And it ain't easy being a baby like me!