early to bed
late to rise
makes a man
with sand in his eyes

im painting bulls in john deere green
the pizel parts are quite obscene
but when i take these bulls to mart
everyone will shout thats art

my soul is lingering in birmingham
my soul is lingering in birmingham
sundays the day when no one gives a damn...

that which is private
is proudly exposed

that which is public
is hidden and closed

that which is useful
is used as a tool

that which is useless
is given the rule

im going to write a poem for you
i do not care of what or who
the song is sad and quite the same
and there is no one else to blame

i have no friends, i have no foes
i only have a list of woes
they do not come from cunts or kin
they only come from deep within

goodnight my friends goodnight my foes
goodnight to all the wees and woes
goodnight to all the whys and whats
goodnight to fruits goodnight to nuts

the day is gone and i am glad
it was so very very bad
tomorrow is another day
i hope it comes a better way

on winter mornings cold and gray
i poach my eggs in perrier
but when the world is on the botch
i switch from perrier to scotch
and let my breakfast heal the day