Still Life With Hot Deuce On Silver Platter

You're going through phases

Are you some kind of man

Or a moon?

Either way, these here boots

They're gonna walk

All over you

It's all true, isn't it?

There's no real altruism, kid

It's just a new set of clothes

On the same old selfishness

Cold piss!

Out, walking the street

Looking for these

Alleged elegant truths

It's just me

Lonely me

And the other relevant dudes

Arrogant enough to believe

This is developing news

I exist just as a fish

Stuck with the pelican blues

Hot deuce

Oh, Hot deuce

Here it goes again

I hear you took it to another level

Here it goes again

Here it goes again

I hear you took it to another level

Here it goes again

I hear you took it to another level

Here it goes again

I hear you took it to another level

Here it goes again

I hear you took it to another level

Here it goes again

Here it goes again

Here it goes again

Here it goes again

I hear you took it to another level

Here it goes again

Here it goes again

I hear you took it to another level

Here it goes again

I hear you took it to another level

Here it goes again

I hear you took it to another level

Here it goes again

I hear you took it to another level

Here it goes again

Here it goes again

Here it goes again

Tonight I'm crying for a baby

Who's never going to be born

My authentic self was aborted

At the age of four

You know I'll always be a junkie

You see me spread across the floor

1-2-3-4-5-6-7 angels

Don't come around no more

But I'm not gonna cry

I'm not gonna cry

I'm not gonna cry

Thinking bout that baby

But I'm gonna die

Die if I don't try

Try to bring that man to life

But what of the classic contest

Content versus Context?

They have a fight

Context wins

Con men contact Content's next of kin

Saying I'm looking for your least-feminine lesbian

We're gonna pump her so full of bovine estrogen

She won't be masculine, I'm high on mescaline

But no one knows, 'Cause I shit on some Mexicans

Hot deuce