Acrobatic Tenement

I had a friend who died
For something he really loved
I had a friend who stood
For none of the above
I had a friend whose experience
Was riddled with scars
Who got drunk one night
In the trunk of louie p.'s car
I had a friend who'd love to scare you
As was his affection
And tremble you did
'cause you weren't worthy of his friendship
I had a friend, but now
He's stranded on the mesa street exit
And sometimes i'm jealous
'cause i'm still at the intersection
I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold
Yes there's blood on the median
Like a boat without oars

Duct tape the cross on the brown colored box
Single file line on the unpaved road
They tipped their hats, respect for the dead
In juarez, mexico is where they buried my friend

There are no words to express
The loss i feel since you've been away
You made this typical sad song
A physical classroom
Where i learned nothing
Just flashes of your face

It's all a facade and nothing really matters now
He's stranded somewhere on the mesa street exit
And sometimes i'm jealous waiting at the intersection

I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold
Yes there's blood on the median like a boat without oars

It's all a facade, and nothing really matters now

I n i t i a t i o n
Follow you home after every show

Perforated into tiny fragments
Heavy breathing's your new fan club
A john handcock with the safety off
After every show
And how this pedastel fits like glove
Such a pity i built no laddter from me
The roots and above
I'll be hacking off
After every show

Initiation
There's no restraining order to keep me from you
Parting contestants never seem to win

Watch you clap your hands by the stage
Lend me your ears
Just another page
In the book that your friend signed yesterday
When i told you not to bother to holler
Your telephone's the one
That helped
Me wrap
The cord
Around your neck
You know you're beautiful
When you're dead

Initiation
There's no restraining order to keep me from you
Parting contestants never seem to win

Pregnant with the keys
To your stick shift mood
Can't get yourself ignition
Can't get yourself ignition

Grease-stained parking lot
Embed and loiter bottle tops
Dipped in the secretion
Of your syphilis flirtation

Must we go spell it out?
Roman candle, cradles, teething
Dressed in innuendos

"c" is for contraction
30 minutes apart
Umbilical agendas
In the coup de jat

"c" is for the cul de sac
Tiennamen reverse
Parking all the grandeur
In backseat afterbirth
Grease-stained parking lot
Loiter tops dipped in the secretion

Must we go spell it out for you?

Mao tse tung ferver
In his petty glance
In this cursive dysentery

This time i'm gonna take the collection baby
And with the money in my hand
I'm gonna purchase all the details
Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping
Walking on tip-toed pickpocket fever
Racing up the scales of your thermometer
Turnbuckle tournicate clotting the moonshine
Clotheslined seizures singing happy valentines
I found feathers in the hit and run nest
Omerttas not a prayer on your rosary beads

When she knocked me over
I looked inside the hearse
Sprouting chauvanistic swine
And written were the words
Poking butter with this knife
Allergic to this concubine
Racing by in a '56 chevy
And we couldn't even pretend
To be alive...

I found feathers in the hit and run nest
Scrub you clean with my soap opera chirping

So we see the opportunities
Stitch and thread
With no down payments
Our neighbors see it through their
Own eyes so that the others hear
The story, the grapevine
Dot your i's, cross your t's
This forfeitures the burden of another

And all those friends you thought you had
Are laughing at and not with you
And all those friends you thought you knew
You'd trade it all for a tank full of fuel

Bel aire colonial deluxe number five
All the warmth that a boy can give
Sheepskin costume
I'm a truant officer