Poetic Justice

Get out of my world of worlds

You little poets crying pain

Just stand on your podium preaching beauty

I've gotta leave you in the rain

Now I've heard many people like you

From the undergrounds of France

Pushing your sickly sweet impressions of romance

My ears have parasites

My ears have parasites

You think I've never heard the lines before

With the candy sun and the creaking door

Get your head out of the cotton clouds

Put your precious feet on the floor

Don't give me those power lines

Just hit it right on

You can be precise

Miracles of mystery

With vagueness your device

My ears have parasites (go away)

My ears have parasites (go away)

My ears have parasites (go away)

My ears have parasites (go away)

Now clarify, what did you say?

You know you're not making any sense

Are you describing a vision of beauty?

Or a chain of events?

Oh get to the point you sappy wimps

I haven't got a lot of time

Simplicity is beauty

Are there poets less sublime?

My ears have parasites (go away)

My ears have parasites (go away)

My ears have parasites (go away)

My ears have parasites (go away)

My ears have parasites (go away)

My ears have parasites (go away)

My ears have parasites

My ears have parasites