it would be a shame to see your new dress all dirty
from temporal gathers and dead drunks that slather
around your christmas tree
never can we seem
never can we seem to get clean
we were stretching, fleshy pressing, fumbling for our dreams
each of us grabs without thinking as useless as pennies
were satisfied with the loot of the lowest hanging fruit
we count blessing
see if your fold your hands and if you pray to god
you will still be a lifer wondering the prison yard
see if were all good men or Walter Benjamin
there still is nothing learned and no resolving end
so can we get an amen?
squeak and jibber drop food like litter to goose for golden eggs
but if the hen dont give us food, the hens the food instead
youd slaughter your dumb hen as an offering, a godsend
in my hospital gown directing traffic somewhere downtown
with the blood in my hair, the blood seems to get everywhere
so daughter fists your hands to ward the filthy men
but there is no resolution, no satisfying end
can i get an amen?
oh you and me
we got a glimpse of something
maybe something we shouldnt see
we saw the butler hiding bodies
oh you and me...
it banged its broom on the bottom floor
its smelling blood and its wanting more
and now its foot is stuck in our door
oh you and me...
we had our ear to the wall listening
we heard a song that we couldnt sing
but the tune was too far fletching
oh you and me...
some of us heard too much
some of us saw too much
and now we see it stare back at us
oh you and me...
once we get our hands around this thing
there will be an awakening
will we want to see what it brings?