I listened to a lecture of nonsense ´til dawn
By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on
He said, "How did you ever dream up that song
The one where the baby dies?"
I said "I´ll tell you the secret, which one´s your good ear?

Yeah, people are made up of water and fear
If there weren´t women present we wouldn´t be here
So let´s make like we´re friends"
And the pot turned to powder and soured the mood
And the people I´d come with were gone from the room
So I asked like a child, "May I be excused?"
And disobeyed them all
Into that late night latrine rain soaking through my shoes
I tried walking backwards to get less confused
Working off the theory I could never prove
That it was life itself to blame
In time we´ll win the world like a failed revolution
A tumor we could not remove
An old friend, a constant the blues
Now, my days are distractions sit wringing my hands

Solitaire, crosswords and films on demand
When you turn from a cartoon back into a man
You start to smell that human smell
And so I sleep with the fan on to drown out the street
And the noise rising up from the bar underneath
But for that inconvenience all my drinks are free
So I guess it´s just as well
Why do I envy the ending right from the start
Just get it together to take it apart
Watching the horse as it follows the cart
I sweep up my broken spell
And I felt something changing the world
Like a new constitution
A thief I would have to pursue
At all times, at all costs the truth