well I wonder and I wonder and I wonder all the time what the hell I am doing with my money and my mind and I wonder and I wonder and I wonder all the time where the hell I put my quarters fight pinball city crime I used to have a car but it got oxidized I used to dewy decimal now I just alpha batize and I used to think I’d figure out what’s wrong If I could make it rhyme for my friends that are all long gone In ten years I’ll have forgotten this song I guess you were right all along I've got a girlfriend she's an angry thing she took me down to, the bare knuckle boxing ring She screams profanity at every swing, he's knocked out! He's bleeding! Ding Ding Ding

Sidewalk Josie sits on the BLVD. Shuffling Wall Drug souvenir cards. Dealing hands to the gutter and to Sweet Janey's sister. I said: Where are your parents? She showed me a magazine picture. Anybody hear about Mary's brother? Supposed to ship back home sometime last spring. Poor poor Mary and his poor poor mother. The neighbor girl still wears his promise ring. Sittin butt naked on a lumpy futton Record player just skipped through my favorite song. Ya know I'm so god damned cynically optimistic. I cut my finger. Won't you please please kiss it. Talking on her cell phone talkin to her boyfriend Earbuds in, thinking bout drinking on the weekend California winter, 60 degrees. Thank god for fake fur and thank god, for fake, tanneries.

Hacksaw Harry caught hell and hanging Clanging pipes and rigging banging waving water and the full moon waning he prays to guiltless metal Morbid Mary didn't bleed in June Sin's tune sung by the checkered loon "A cutter" since ten the boys never did swoon til Hacksaw took her swimming Hacksaw never pushed her head down like all the other boys in town and when Mary's momma was not around he'd build her castles in the cold ground And now the sailors are back in town wanted to pass Morbid Mary around But this time Hacksaw stood his ground Cut three of them down and they wrapped the rope around and his feet they left the ground... well I'm twenty years old now You killed my father and you shamed my mother and there is no other to pull me through so mark the bad in the good of you and pray it's gone 'fore I'm through with you, even God will not know what to do with you in the state I leave you in your sin

To Paul From Dad, 1951 He swears this present was the only one I wasn't about to spoil my son with comic books, or a cap gun. We'd watch the westerns, black and white. natives dying left and right, the look on his face gave me a fright HIS EYES! delight delight delight Well how could I have known? How could I have seen? That mine own child would grow to be the worst the world has seen? Well he'd kick a dog, cut up a frog, pull the wings off of a fly. Though just a child I'd never seen a tear enter his eye. I said " ... now son don't you feel sad?" he says "have you not seen? the only thing I feel dear dad is mean mean mean  ..." Well he'd tell the girls he loved them, and then he'd break their hearts. He had a treasure chest he filled with all their body parts. The town had lost its innocence, to this spawn of mine. All had turned to drug or drink in just a few months time. The street dance did crumble down; first in fists, then fire. Though one last couple waltzed through flame, Desire Desire Desire. Their hair was crispy and their feet did trip over bodies on the ground. Junior wracked his brain on how this love was still around He strolled around the gore to this couple of the night, and challenged the young kids to a cap gun fight. The young man nodded his head and both the boys walked down the street. They pass a hardware store and for a moment, their eyes meet. The dancer walks through the screen door first and grabs a new cap gun, It was then my son's eyes welled with tears, it was the only one. For that afternoon, filled with guilt, I went to that same store, and bought the toy he'd always wanted though ten years late or more. Well the kid had torn the plastic off and loaded the paper roll, pulled the trigger, and didn't stop 'till the screen door bell had tolled Well Junior toppled through the door ' though his wounds could not be seen, it was the end, boy self described, as mean mean mean. THE END EPILOGUE: When dawn arose I'd yet to hear what'd happened to my son, on the kitchen table I laid his gift, To Paul From Dad 1961

To Paul From Dad, 1951 He swears this present was the only one I wasn't about to spoil my son with comic books, or a cap gun. We'd watch the westerns, black and white. natives dying left and right, the look on his face gave me a fright HIS EYES! delight delight delight Well how could I have known? How could I have seen? That mine own child would grow to be the worst the world has seen? Well he'd kick a dog, cut up a frog, pull the wings off of a fly. Though just a child I'd never seen a tear enter his eye. I said " ... now son don't you feel sad?" he says "have you not seen? the only thing I feel dear dad is mean mean mean  ..." Well he'd tell the girls he loved them, and then he'd break their hearts. He had a treasure chest he filled with all their body parts. The town had lost its innocence, to this spawn of mine. All had turned to drug or drink in just a few months time. The street dance did crumble down; first in fists, then fire. Though one last couple waltzed through flame, Desire Desire Desire. Their hair was crispy and their feet did trip over bodies on the ground. Junior wracked his brain on how this love was still around He strolled around the gore to this couple of the night, and challenged the young kids to a cap gun fight. The young man nodded his head and both the boys walked down the street. They pass a hardware store and for a moment, their eyes meet. The dancer walks through the screen door first and grabs a new cap gun, It was then my son's eyes welled with tears, it was the only one. For that afternoon, filled with guilt, I went to that same store, and bought the toy he'd always wanted though ten years late or more. Well the kid had torn the plastic off and loaded the paper roll, pulled the trigger, and didn't stop 'till the screen door bell had tolled Well Junior toppled through the door ' though his wounds could not be seen, it was the end, boy self described, as mean mean mean. THE END EPILOGUE: When dawn arose I'd yet to hear what'd happened to my son, on the kitchen table I laid his gift, To Paul From Dad 1961

Jane and Dave got depraved in the Shade. Wearing that dress her momma made, it didn't take long for her to cave no, Jane and Dave got depraved in the shade. Jane laid Lane in the pouring down rain. He said she tasted like the sweetest sugar cane. La la la dadadada, well I'm so, so, sorry, you never ever came. She says I need to bite your fingers. I need to touch your brain. I need to comb your hair and I, need to shave your mane. I need to spin in circles a thousand times in vain, and then I will go insane Lane.

Take your heart pills baby when you're feeling blue take your heart pills baby and I'll take mine too take your heart pills baby cause it's so damn cold take your heart pills baby when you feel too old Take your heart pills baby cause your dad's not well take your heart pills baby pray he'll never tell! take your heart pills baby take one or two take your heart pills baby or you heart will take you Since you never bleed, and I never cry baby won't you please be my alibi! We'll be just like thelma bonnie butch and clyde there'd be no pony that we couldn't ride there'd be no money that we couldn't buy there'd be no day, that we couldn't die, trying