Don't place your bets on me just yet I'm only half-way home. This racket takes it's toll My scams are smooth and cold. I'm bathing in a fountain And I'm not getting old. I crave to catch an edge; Break bones and cartilage. Send back the architects of Carthage Take down the flag Forget the pledge. I'm only half-way home. Puff out your chest and step to the sun It's done its best to burn everyone Whose gotten half-way home. Cut me in 2 3 1 2 save, 1 2 waste, and 1 2 eat. I cut myself in 3 1 4 us, 1 4 them, and 1 4 me. Drinking pots of coffee Till every drop is gone. Painting a portrait Of Ponce deLeon Out of clipped nail From the hands and the feet Of every lost and stubborn soul I hope to ever meet.