OK, NO LIMITS NO KIDDING
You are looking bad, you are starting to look crazy;
losing limits, running ragged. The decal on your
fencepost no longer says 'Welcome to the Homeland'.
Now it reeks of anger instead : so far and so vast,
like a Plains Indian seeking his revenge. The
fixed star in your little manger has fallen away,
the Maypole of Merriment, a certain smallpox
has destroyed. These girls, these girls you harbor,
they are legion'd now with the very Devil himself.
Salem Witch Trials, for them are just a prelude;
they're having crazy sex beneath your staircase.
Behind that door, I swear, a fortnight ago I saw
General Custer leading his horse. And the crazy
band behind him, as if leading the charge, still
played 'Barbara Allen'. But I felt then too,
deep at the well inside me, that there really,
really, really, was nowhere to go at all
(and such emphasis leaves me bare).
You are looking bad, you are starting to look crazy;
losing limits, running ragged. The decal on your
fencepost no longer says 'Welcome to the Homeland'.
Now it reeks of anger instead : so far and so vast,
like a Plains Indian seeking his revenge. The
fixed star in your little manger has fallen away,
the Maypole of Merriment, a certain smallpox
has destroyed. These girls, these girls you harbor,
they are legion'd now with the very Devil himself.
Salem Witch Trials, for them are just a prelude;
they're having crazy sex beneath your staircase.
Behind that door, I swear, a fortnight ago I saw
General Custer leading his horse. And the crazy
band behind him, as if leading the charge, still
played 'Barbara Allen'. But I felt then too,
deep at the well inside me, that there really,
really, really, was nowhere to go at all
(and such emphasis leaves me bare).
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