Feel good, feel alright Work real hard, up at night Write a poem No one gives a fuck about your poem Do a thing, take it in Life is short, life is long Have a baby, work a job Walk the tightrope, spread your arms Don't look down There's a pill in your food That keeps you around Wonder just a bit too much Muddy shapes that don't line up Stand before your broken mirror Shave your hair off, ear to ear Tell your wife it's just for fun Live your glum days one by one As empty as the midnight street You drink at when she falls asleep Don't look down There's a thing round your neck That keeps you in check Don't look now There's a snake by your feet Obscured by the weeds Don't look down It's best you don't know What awaits below You fall softly asleep Between white lines on the street You dream you're back in bathroom and You pull a thread (with shaking hand) Emerging from your wincing face Unspooling without pain or ache It comes and comes, without an end Coiled on counter, organ red A hungry snarl of speaker wire Begins to spark and catches fire