A Corner Boy's Lament
There is something I've been meaning to tell you.
When I die I intend to walk alone,
Through the streets where the Corner Boys commend me
For making peace with the inner child from the mobile home
Now I am handing back the medals that you pinned to my chest,
We are at war and it's not safe out in the open and the padlock you
Are wearing around your neck is a target for the cold,
Hungry half wits at dawn,
Who are struggling to compose another drinking song.
Who is that at the door ah it's only reality.
Sure let him in make sure he wipes his feet clean,
Let us dissect the words from the markets and the factories.
Bring me two glasses there is work to be done.
Fetch me two glasses, there is work to be done.
Let us compare mothers and the madness m their methods.
Let us compare fathers and the shape of their jawlines,
Let us compare regretful sexual encounters,
Let us compare addictions art and present.
Let us compare voices that dance in our heads.
Let us make a pact now not us spit in our hands.
Let us compare songs that we wish we had written.
Let us console one another.
There is something I've been meaning to tell you,
When I die I intend to walk alone,
Through the streets where the Corner Boys salute me for
Making peace with the inner child from the mobile home.
For losing sleep with the inner child from the mobile home,
For counting sheep with the inner child from the mobile home.