Roasting peppers in the backyard
The suns eclipse begins to lean
and mask your unitard
And old convention lends a hand to understanding why
a spades a spade and
I'm a goose you cooked
until my skin grew hard
You started elongating all your words
And imitating some intelligent
guy you once heard
Donating knowledge
to the bank of What the Hell
will he be doing this time
next year if his assets don't begin to swell
You see that I've been falling
You see what I've been through
And you see that I've been calling
for better or worse but calling for you
I caught you framing Franklin Benedict
And twice reversing all the First Class
stamps that we once licked
Of token soldiers holding hands
with all the dead civilians
Stop taking chances
with the ammunition in your pants
Turn your face as you get in the car
Embrace the power marching
through your viscous jugular
And I'm not saying that I would
but I just might
become the only foreign heart to state
my dear you are my only verse
You see that I've been falling
And you see what I've been through
You see that I've been calling
for better or worse but calling for you