12/27/07

whose pussy do i gotta lick to get a drink in this line-up?

it was an innocent question
more innocent than you could possibly fathom
and providentially, it paid-off in terms
of dividends i never spent

actually, what i want to know is
what's a guy gotta do to be acknowledged?
actually, that's not what i meant
or if it is, i will now acknowledge, it was too crude a question
and is, too, too crude for you, allegro troppo
no, don't bother acknowledging
when i ask a direct question
i gotta learn to do without
or, hey, twist myself into
some disgusting entrepreneureal scheme
well here's the deal:
i'm pre-faust
scorning what i can't get
that's the gruel of it
that's what you get at the orphanage
you get a whipping when you ask for more
and me, hey, i'm no masochist, i don't enjoy it
but that's what i get

why should it matter?
well you know why it matters
it matters to me, cause it don't matter to nobody else

i wondered why anyone would care about johnny rotten anymore
surely not lydon, if he's got any self respect
even if he is a post-idiot, hey, i relate man
i'm an idiot, but i pride myself on being in an post-idiot mindset
trying to see myself as a former idiot, trying to live in the present
even if i am in the past
even if i am fussing over my appearance
even as i am trying to let it be what it is
yeah, it's a conflict, man

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