Gleemer (The Deeds of Fertile Jim)

I'm sitting on two heads

"Some seat," I heard some said

Just waiting for Sunday

Four days after Wednesday

The higher clouds are closing in

To hide the deeds of Fertile Jim

Could this be a brand new low

One that we can't talk about

One that we can't live without

One that we can join in now?

Standing on two feet

Now buried on concrete

Just waiting for sundown

So as to be not found

The higher clouds are closing in

To hide the deeds of Fertile Jim

Could this be a brand new low

One that we can't talk about

One that we can't live without

One that we can join in now?