Hobbled by the fact That there must be a problem Confident that there's a trace Of honor that we share So let? s begin again And let? s not try to answer With subtle irony Instead of common sense Take me to your room And lay me on the bed Looking at the stamps That slowly you? ve collected The impression that was made As you frequently do fly Dripping on the dock You shiver from the cold You're looking pretty good And I'm feeling pretty old Is sudden mastery Of most of the decisions Convinced of steady growth In the hours that will come To take the best of me And throw it to the dogs You can call me bastard And you can call me friend But don't forget to call me Before the story ends Covered in a fabric That? s made from good intent Poking through a hole That been eaten by a moth Let? s pretend I'm guilty Of everything you've mentioned Reproductively unsound Reproductively inclined But can I change the system Of how I have been measured It's really unattractive How little I really know So shoot me through a cannon Squash me like a bug Or sweep me like some dirt That lies under a rug Let? s start up a petition To get me out of town Each time I bring you up It seem to bring you down