In spite of everything like redoubled efforts to glide backward To go in both directions This dumb boat still doesn't fly And that's no way to let a body down
I believe in balancing after a month of midnights in hot water Scalded under holy water punctuated with the punch of opiates And that's no way to bring a body down
Standing with a bulging fist of nickels for the parking meter That's the art and science part of your eccentric sleight of hand And that's no way to cool a body down
I believe in violencing after a feast of fasting on hot water Scalded within by holy sin punctuated with a punch of opiates And that's no way to bring a body down