tragedy (in three parts) Lyrics

The avenue dog

Kicked down in the throws of a sickness

Hearing the toll

Of his death-knell voice

As he cries

Look now, you said, tonight's entertainment's arrived

Hear now, you said, a droplet of piss is too kind

A croak in the throat

Of the heel turned fast

With conviction

A crack in the words

Worn cruel

Come adorned with your pride

You scorn and say

His heroin chic had a price

You bow your head

And powder your keys with his crimes

In the four bed, three bath

With more room for expansion

Buckled the shelves

With the trinkets from plasticised life

You sigh and say

Why does it feel like i'm dying?

You whine and say

Why does this wealth feel like plight?

A vision of technoscience

Built for the family

An itemised list

Of the things that you need

To be right

Breathe in and feel

The atoms pull with a yearning

Breathe out and feel

A smile to the ones you don't like

We've lost our way

But maybe we just deserve it

We've lost our way

We'll poison ourselves

Til we're blind

Pimaricin bile

Pink like the wound that's not healing

Down on your knees

Wear a porcelain bowl like a crown

No use, you say, dressed in the clothes of a clown

You tear and fray

A body appraised by the pound

The unwanted truth

Rings false in the therapist's office

A stomach as empty as pockets

Fills up with guile

I feel it now, the comfort you said would be waiting

I feel it now, the comfort you said would be found