Jane Goodall of the public transit system Do you really think you can live with them? Unobserved, inconspicuous-- Real stars don't take the bus Sigmund Freud in a dingy coffee shop Do you really think you can make them talk? Take notes of what you discuss But real life isn't vicarious Boy do you think that you can really Really ever know someone Better than they know themselves? Karl Marx on dark street corners Do you really need to know the owners? You're not the one who's meeting ends-- A rich man need not condescend Friedrich Nietzsche in a backstreet alley Do you need to be in shadow valley To understand what it's all about? Superman can't be down and out Boy do you think that you can really Really ever know someone Better than they know themselves? Come have some coffee and talk burnout philosophy with me Don't mind the prattling, it's just the local psycho babbling again

Doctor came in a black sedan Prescription for my head in hand I was like a kid in a candy store I've got a sweet tooth and I want some more Music's got me hypnotised Just look into my brainwashed eyes Tonight it's here from outer space Tomorrow gone without a trace I see the future and it don't look good Gonna waste away faster than I should Too much time, not enough serotonin Not enough life to keep me going Got my shoebox full of tricks I'm looking for the perfect mix But nothing's the same in our out of my mind Is that love I feel moving down my spine? I looked at my friend and said "I can't believe we ate these" Then I went starsailing with some kids from the eighties My jaw was pulled right up into heaven I was grinding my teeth and I was up until seven If you're trying to love then you'll love to try it Just don't make love into your steady diet I didn't know about all the dangers I guess that's why they say don't take candy from strangers Comatose and you start to panic One more dose to feel manic I'm in love but I am not an addict I just fell in love with feeling magic Felt a little hiccup on the back of my neck Now I need a little pick up so I'm not a wreck

I caught the rose In the garden where she grows And in the morning, when she goes I'll watch her flying from my toes I caught the thorns In the garden where she mourns And in the morning our love is worn Like the costume she adorns When she's gone I worry that there's something I'm missing She said "the night is over" but I'm not listening It's hard to swallow and it's hard to see It'll be a hard tomorrow when I get up and I give up on me

The rebel remains of a war that we won long ago That we can't win again lest we move on and go And I'm tired of the selfish misuse Of this generation's years of abuse Of a saviour who was jailed some time ago For a crime that just couldn't, just wouldn't say no And the man on the moon writes the rules himself From the wastepaper basket to the book on the shelf The holiest gospel reaches nobody else It's just lore; Let's read some more Blow brains out your nostril 'Cus the glossa was hostile Memory is a fossil Just like Saul the Apostle I feel fine in my prime, wine and dine, one more line, I wrote it, you read it, now you owe me for the time Do you need remedies from the world you have slighted? My friend, If there's blood on your tires you don't have to pretend To know what's become of a brother whose image is tarnished And for sacrilege's sake, scrape the altar for varnish You lie like a Persian spread out on the floor: Woven stories of glory are ones for the door Take one more for the road if you're feeling hardcore, That's what it's for Just take some more It'll get worse for your kin once I'm here I've got you by the skin, buccaneer I own you, I win Mr. Seer It said with a grin and a sneer Go ahead and sleep we'll wake you up just in time For the party that starts at the end of the night, When the freaks are asleep and the real monsters start to creep So come down and we'll show you how to have fun While young folks and old just don't know what's being done Let those scathing inquiries of yours march until you drop Regail us tonight, you're so clever, so never stop Here's your throne, take a seat, don't even look at the door If you're bored Just do some more You'll twitch and you'll wither Until you're broken and bitter But you're not a quitter Just stay away from my sister Stradle the serpent whose fruits you have eaten And slither across all the paths your have beaten Get the hell out of the garden of Eden When you no longer worry about feeling defeated And you see that your stay here is long If you're happy about it who cares if it's gone? Keep on trolling the streets 'til the trafficking's done Politely adhering to the rules of thumb While contritely observing the ghost of the son that was born Forget him some more You can scream like a cynic But it just seems like a gimmick I thought you were in this to win it? You've got nothing but limits If witches existed then I'd be the one To pour salt on their wounds and the Earth where they're from 'Cus I'm just made of flesh and only here for a while I don't have to build up or bow down to stone idols The prayers you've requested have been intercepted By the soldiers of science when the Goddess defected And the fatalist merchants who run their mouths ragged, You'll feel their power when you hear spirits bragging I hope you don't mind that your Chakras are jagged If you're torn Just pray some more I hope providence calls you 'Cus the fates never fault you Worship louder, they want you! Oh, turn up the volume What it is like to be conscripted and armed With first-world power and third-world charm I can impress and amaze in an intellecutal haze But apparently so can the bandits you dug up on this craze Just a phase, but it pays, and it's warm And if so then I don't see the harm Demons are separate from art, I contend, But the Sisters of Mercy, Lord, I apprehend Take me now, make it end Oh my Lord! I don't want any more Just give us a chorus Come on, one more for us One more line you'll adore us And this one's to bore us Revving the engine is just a waste of the gas That fuels the fire lit under your ass You'll break down on the side of the road-- Cold concrete makes it feel like home You're a urinal now, that's what you get when you waste And in the back of your nose you've got that rich irony taste Your money's rolled up tightly but you still pay As far as you're concerned the world's fucking lucky you woke up today But no one cares what you say, you're not young and innocent anymore So I implore: Just do some more You're begging to Jesus For his mercy to please us But you know he'll just tease us So get back to what frees us

Sleep, toss, turn and weep Pile the dreams in scrambled heaps Elixirs, fixes, counted sheep Creep inside but barely keep Horizons broad, perspectives deep Wrote a book but didn't plan it I'm still in transit, the work demands it I only hope the school bans it Wake, walk, move and shake Escape before you have to make The goal a game of what to take The aim of which is not to break But sometimes that's just how it's played My world's spinning off its axis All it lacks is death and taxes Let's put that theory into practise Kiss the ground on which I'm walking A shaman sulking who keeps on talking Ignore the door; it's not me knocking Hustle, bustle, run and hurry You haven't time to waste and worry Or sit and wait for judge and jury To admit the game is dirty Or tell you that your vision's blurry

He stepped lightly onwards into a minefield and transgressed Returning shattered but proud of the values impressed Stuck like mud to the boots in which he was dressed That he stole from the second-hand store where he worked But quit when he was tired of being a clerk Obsessed with perfection with no counterbalance He was issued a warrant when there was no other challenge His bullshitting skills were the last of his talents Employed to make use of the standard-issue wings He received upon learning that everyone sings Don't worry, it's just ketchup in the whites of their eyes That rolled back when they fired through the obsequious skies The ammunition was gilded but he was still surprised To find his wealthiest enemies hated him most So he fled like a coward and abandoned his post "Make me a promise," cried a spurious voice, "Don't let them take me and give me a choice. I'd rather go peacefully than deal with noise." When the chattering stopped he was filled with confusion No longer sure about which side he was using The compass he clutched pointed only to the south He had no idea what the needle was about And in the absence of guidance took the venom by mouth Constricting his larynx, putting blood in his lungs And his brain, now deprived, spoke in profligate tongues He tried to revive the last of his support But ran out the bullets he was shooting for sport The guns of his friends were a final resort And as daylight was spreading upon the horizon His back-up had gone and he found it surprising He didn't care about his friends being killed At least he could rest when the graveyards were filled And look down with disdain from the top of the hill He only ran races he knew he could win But you can't really lose if you're the only one running Just so you know he's still running around Picking up help that he finds on the ground But he just can't keep up and soon he'll be found In a house that he never intended to own Though he'll try to survive on intentions alone

Gallows gleaned with the icy stares of guilty, pleading thieves Prepared beyond their final hours for the thrill of victory There's no reason for their grieving or to bargain with the guards They're alert and steadfast selling knives to all the bards A test, a question, simply signed above a wooden cross Speaks louder than the troubadors who sanctify the loss Their rites were read by savages who scowled at them all The final observation from their unrepentant gall Oh, precious literary moments I've ignored Trying to find the cinematic fate I'm looking for Oh, precious literary license that I bought Expose me as a fraud 'cus I don't care if I've been caught The pool of tears looked back at them, their reflections turned opaque The meaning they had struggled with, the answers they had faked It's easy to get buried by the thoughts that help you keep Solace in the off-chance that the unread future weeps This room smells like sacrifice and glory fills my nose The hangers-on have all gone home but I've stayed to find repose And start the revolution 'cus it's revolting in my heart Where you go around in circles 'til you fall down at the start Oh, precious literary critics separate The poets from the jesters and the genius from the hate Oh, precious literary conscience I have lost I swear I'll win you back and I don't care how much it costs Oh, precious literary romance I have missed Turn me into tragedy, give me reason to exist Oh, precious literary justice I am owed Give to me the talents to turn iron into gold

Spoiled rotten in equal parts With privilege and poetic Machiavellian smarts You're a bit too quick for your own good With a perverted love of being misunderstood You've got a head for space and a body for begging And beggars never worry about reneging You can look inside and call it introspection But when you open your eyes you'll see a dirty reflection And the lord who lives above you Has his money on the one who'll love you You're a winner but, honey, still a youth Come down for dinner and I'll tell you the truth When you find "what's the use?", call a truce Or recline in your noose, you recluse You've got nothing but a widespread pivot You wanted that life but now you have to live it You pawned your gift and bought a useless muse Who gave you wisdom that you've yet to use You're a rebel, you're a loser, you're a sinner, you're a slave You're a young bag of bones that can't stand up straight And here's a clue 'cus you haven't figured it out for yourself yet: The easy and high roads don't intersect And regarding your new clouded diction I think you'd better check your prescription You're a winner but, honey, still a child Come out and witness those you've never beguiled When you find what's worth while, force a smile Or resign to walk for miles in exile As far as I can tell I need a brand new start With a cooler head and a warmer heart So mellow me out before I crash and burn Teach me to be happy 'cus I never learned One day soon I'll be old with bags on my feet I guess it's better than chains but I still need to eat I'm still not too old to feel like a kid And when I die remember that I did When my friends walk away and I wave "ha, your loss!" I wonder who'll help me nail my other hand to the cross? I'm a winner but, honey, I'm still a boy I need to relax and get back to the distractions I've never enjoyed And when I see that I'm destroyed, jump for joy It was a ploy, but it failed, I'm a dead decoy