Her skin was darker than ashes

And she had something to say

Bout being naked to the elements

At the end of yet another day

And the rain on her back that continued to fall

From the bruise of her lips

Swollen, fragile, and small



And the bills that you paid with were worth nothing at all

A lost foreign currency

Multi-coloured, barely reputable

Like the grasses that blew in the warm summer breeze

Well she offered you this to do as you pleased



And where is the poetry?

Didn't she promise us poetry?



The redwoods, the deserts, the tropical ease

The swamps and the prairie dogs, the Joshua trees

The long straight highways from dirt road to tar

Hitching your wheels to truck, bus, or car



And the lives that you hold in the palm of your hand

You toss them aside small and damn near unbreakable

You drank all the water and you pissed yourself dry

Then you fell to your knees and proceeded to cry



And who could feel sorry for a drunkard like this

In a democracy of dunces with a parasites kiss?



And where are the stars?

Didn't she promise us stars?



Nothing will ever be as it was

The price has been paid with a thousand loose shoes

Pictures are pasted on shop windows and walls

Like a poor mans Boltanski

Lost one and all.



Sell, sell

Bid your farewell

Come, come

Save yourself

Give yourself over

Pushing your consciousness

Deep into every atom and cell,

Sell,

Bid your farewell

Come, come

Save yourself

Give yourself over

Pushing your consciousness

Deep into every atom and cell,

Sell,

Bid your farewell

Come, come

Save yourself

Give yourself over

Pushing your consciousness