Philip Guston

The hand, the hand,

The hand, the hand,

The hand, the hand,

Thoughts of another finger

Typing down into a cellar

The line, the line

The line, the line

The line, the line

The line, the line

The line, the line

The line, the line

The line, the line

The line, the line

A fame A fame A fame for nothing

Pile, pile of cherries

And oh, I shouldn't think

Like gravity

Bad habits

Bad habits

Bad habits

Bad habits