Down on the kitchen table The cat is licking me and giving me his tapeworms I'm ditching the world of hygiene Throwing away the soap before it's a sliver I'm losing my kitchen temper Crushing heads in frying pans, lying to mother burning her fat hands I might ditch my liberator And run off with a fat impotent dictator Oh, but outside in the bright nights Lights flicker in hotel rooms and suburban bedrooms And mother is absent selling aids, blades Dollies to incontinent wallies On patio evenings Whilst down in the city square Is the young conservative who might save us all The earth quivers Oceans are torn from their beds Fish float to the top of their aquariums In painful spasms Squirming lungfish lie gasping In the Talbot ventilation shafts Oh, but outside in the bright nights Lights flicker in hotel rooms and suburban bedrooms And mother is absent selling aids, blades Dollies to incontinent wallies On patio evenings