Under the big black sun

What i did on my vacation
for the last ten years
I took pictures of your town
plaid perfume on my breath
I mean i've been drinking scotch while touring
through your town
adultry makes you give things away
it gets you confused
adultry takes a one room vacation
then it gets you alone
turns into a hoonymoon scream
then you have to change the sheets
smoke in one hand looking for a light
martini in the other hand
pointing out midnight
now that you pulled the school underwater
and drowned the prom which man will you save
for this friday
you can put him in a fish pond
and watch him swim around then have a catholic dinner
if it isn't men it's death
it's the same old testament
at the cross her station keeping stood the mournful mother weeping
where my man extended hung driven with nails to wood
smoke in one hand looking for a drink
drink in the other hand pointing out midnight
at my desk as you're sleepng
as the big deal of death kills me and starts leaving
everbody asks me how i'm doing
i'm doing everything alone rave on children and try to sleep
larks must sing grave,
deep melodies happy that they die the sly brown
fox pulled up a glass pulled up a chair
and yanked out my hair when i tried to sit i fell down
when i woke up he was gone so one has
a smoke one has a drink the man is gone, mary's dead
good morning midnight