Smart Flesh

See the high wire man, there before the sun

He goes home at night, where he beats on his son

The play right in the attic, in his skylight of sun

As the cigarette on his lips

And his son beats down, on the smart smart flesh

It comes down from high, in its heavenly stand

Suggesting redemption, will be easily possessed

For less than any pound of Flesh

It's terribly important, to every man of his state

To settle the score, write the record straight

So he may free his slaves, where on the death bed he lays

Such sweet and knowing flesh

Knowing in the end, you'll be alone

For lonely death does creep

So hire yourself, a chimney maid

And smoke yourself to sleep

Among the manikin men, all dressed up and in dart

My manic depressive true love, she leaves me for lone

The rooster crawls, and daybreak is upon

As the cigarette on his lips

Saying pretty girls, go and take your time

For god only knows how you have taken mine

And seize them clear, to the ends of time

To hold the smart smart flesh

Knowing in the end, you'll be alone

For lonely death does creep

So hire yourself, a chimney maid

And smoke yourself to sleep

Now the hateful play right, it's time that he dies

Must visit the judge in a new disguise

Saying judge in your robes, oh judge so wise

There's something on your lip

In a man of his state, right before he dies

Must clear the black pages to tarnish the mind

In a bible in a bath, for mind to hide

He soak the smart smart flesh

Saying in the end, you'll be alone

For lonely death does creep

So hire yourself, a chimney maid

And smoke yourself to sleep

The unknowing tumor, is fixing his home

In a damp bed of the catacomb

As a raging war, on the high wire unfolds

She buries her teeth in the flesh

Now the world's a machine, do you know that it's true?

For the sole lover's eye laid just outside the room

He loves itself widely but what can it do

The cigarette on his lip