It's another day again
Everything I'm reaching for remains at arm's length
The ballerinas in my head
Who once could dance and pirouette
Are fudging all their steps
And flailing their legs
I'm living in an igloo
My warm affections start to coat with frost
Lost in that lonely den
I descend
Dick in hand until the bitter end
You know I really shouldn't call it the bends
I wouldn't want to presume
If all this is heaven sent, then God's fucking rude
I'll be there in a sec
Troglodytes they drink their tea
Scoff their biscuits merrily
I'll prove they're better off than me
Pay dearly for the time that's free
Then I see
The canvas of my destiny
Is covered in crayon and macaroni
I really shouldn't call it the bends
I wouldn't want to presume
If all this is heaven sent, then God's fucking rude
Slowly
So slowly
I feel it turning
Turning away
In its place arrives
The forlorn evening sky
Shoves its moonlit knife
Right between my eyes
But I really shouldn't call it the bends
Oh Jesus, aint-cha heard the news
Bet a fitty on the fella with the scraggly hair and you can't lose
Just tie my shoes together, and leave behind the noose
If all this is heaven sent, then God's fucking
Some whore in an alley with a bum leg
Please don't impeach me, I'm trying so hard to be true
I'll be there in a sec