It was a long and lonely night
It was a long and lonely night and the women wept and wept and the children
bounced off the walls and the
cuckoo clock struck two or three and the old men slept in their armchairs
and everything was ordinary and
civilized and then came the Old Man from the Charitable Society who sounded
very much like Billy Graham or
was it Jimmy Swaggart and they wheeled me into the Home for the Malicious
and Degenerate and the sky was
dark and bloody and everything was ordinary and civilized and the leaves
rustled and the crickets chirped and I
sneezed in my wheelchair sucking on a long and hard long and hard cigarette
thinking of my mother and father
and how ashamed they must be that I turned out like that like a rapist and a
mass murderer like a good-for-nothing
son and I sucked on my long and hard cigarette and blew a lot of smoke a lot
of smoke and felt very sick and
tired and the Old Man looked at me through his dark glasses holding up my
trousers with one hand and grabbing
my nose with the other I felt ashamed I felt very ashamed and I cried
hallelujah praise the Lord and the angels
came and they sat on my nose and wept and wept my trousers were very tight
but the Old Man's trousers were
much tighter and he gave out a strange noise a very strange noise of some
kind of flatulence and we wept and we
wept and we wept gosh I thought I must be in Hollywood this must be
Hollywood and they grabbed my balls
and they sat me on a chair and gave me electroshock therapy and it felt good
and I saw mama and she read the
Bible and the angels wept and I made the front page of The New York Times
and even and even TIME magazine
my eyes were dirty and full of smoke and the doctor came and examined me and
told me that I had a brain
problem A BRAIN PROBLEM wow I thought I must be in the St. Elizabeth's
hospital and they gave me
Thorazine and they gave me Lithium and they gave me Trilafon and they shot
me up with all kinds of weird
weird substances and I saw Charlie Manson on TV and he smiled and laughed
and said it is now your time
asshole to sit here in paradise I was very ashamed of my nakedness and cried
to Jesus cried to Jesus to forgive
me for all my sins for I didn't really mean to shoot the president it was
only a mistake a little voice in my brain
told me to do it and the Old Man laughed and squeezed my balls even tighter
tighter tighter a girl with small
breasts came to visit me and I don't remember her name because I'm a rapist
and a mass murderer and I don't
remember names and she sat and read me from the Wall Street Journal and I
got up with a huge erection and
made a loud speech before the Charitable Society Committee for Criminally
Insane with Religious Tendencies
and they laughed and laughed and told me that I was really really a fool and
I had no right to speak at all and I
protested and yelled and kicked them in the legs and bit them in the noses
and poured rubbing alcohol in their
eyes and they tied me to my bed and gagged me and the night was long and
lonely and the cuckoo clock cried
and the old man unzipped their trousers and everything was ordinary and
civilized.
It was a long and lonely night and the women wept and wept and the children
bounced off the walls and the
cuckoo clock struck two or three and the old men slept in their armchairs
and everything was ordinary and
civilized and then came the Old Man from the Charitable Society who sounded
very much like Billy Graham or
was it Jimmy Swaggart and they wheeled me into the Home for the Malicious
and Degenerate and the sky was
dark and bloody and everything was ordinary and civilized and the leaves
rustled and the crickets chirped and I
sneezed in my wheelchair sucking on a long and hard long and hard cigarette
thinking of my mother and father
and how ashamed they must be that I turned out like that like a rapist and a
mass murderer like a good-for-nothing
son and I sucked on my long and hard cigarette and blew a lot of smoke a lot
of smoke and felt very sick and
tired and the Old Man looked at me through his dark glasses holding up my
trousers with one hand and grabbing
my nose with the other I felt ashamed I felt very ashamed and I cried
hallelujah praise the Lord and the angels
came and they sat on my nose and wept and wept my trousers were very tight
but the Old Man's trousers were
much tighter and he gave out a strange noise a very strange noise of some
kind of flatulence and we wept and we
wept and we wept gosh I thought I must be in Hollywood this must be
Hollywood and they grabbed my balls
and they sat me on a chair and gave me electroshock therapy and it felt good
and I saw mama and she read the
Bible and the angels wept and I made the front page of The New York Times
and even and even TIME magazine
my eyes were dirty and full of smoke and the doctor came and examined me and
told me that I had a brain
problem A BRAIN PROBLEM wow I thought I must be in the St. Elizabeth's
hospital and they gave me
Thorazine and they gave me Lithium and they gave me Trilafon and they shot
me up with all kinds of weird
weird substances and I saw Charlie Manson on TV and he smiled and laughed
and said it is now your time
asshole to sit here in paradise I was very ashamed of my nakedness and cried
to Jesus cried to Jesus to forgive
me for all my sins for I didn't really mean to shoot the president it was
only a mistake a little voice in my brain
told me to do it and the Old Man laughed and squeezed my balls even tighter
tighter tighter a girl with small
breasts came to visit me and I don't remember her name because I'm a rapist
and a mass murderer and I don't
remember names and she sat and read me from the Wall Street Journal and I
got up with a huge erection and
made a loud speech before the Charitable Society Committee for Criminally
Insane with Religious Tendencies
and they laughed and laughed and told me that I was really really a fool and
I had no right to speak at all and I
protested and yelled and kicked them in the legs and bit them in the noses
and poured rubbing alcohol in their
eyes and they tied me to my bed and gagged me and the night was long and
lonely and the cuckoo clock cried
and the old man unzipped their trousers and everything was ordinary and
civilized.
It was a long and lonely night and the women wept and wept and the children
bounced off the walls and the
cuckoo clock struck two or three and the old men slept in their armchairs
and everything was ordinary and
civilized and then came the Old Man from the Charitable Society who sounded
very much like Billy Graham or
was it Jimmy Swaggart and they wheeled me into the Home for the Malicious
and Degenerate and the sky was
dark and bloody and everything was ordinary and civilized and the leaves
rustled and the crickets chirped and I
sneezed in my wheelchair sucking on a long and hard long and hard cigarette
thinking of my mother and father
and how ashamed they must be that I turned out like that like a rapist and a
mass murderer like a good-for-nothing
son and I sucked on my long and hard cigarette and blew a lot of smoke a lot
of smoke and felt very sick and
tired and the Old Man looked at me through his dark glasses holding up my
trousers with one hand and grabbing
my nose with the other I felt ashamed I felt very ashamed and I cried
hallelujah praise the Lord and the angels
came and they sat on my nose and wept and wept my trousers were very tight
but the Old Man's trousers were
much tighter and he gave out a strange noise a very strange noise of some
kind of flatulence and we wept and we
wept and we wept gosh I thought I must be in Hollywood this must be
Hollywood and they grabbed my balls
and they sat me on a chair and gave me electroshock therapy and it felt good
and I saw mama and she read the
Bible and the angels wept and I made the front page of The New York Times
and even and even TIME magazine
my eyes were dirty and full of smoke and the doctor came and examined me and
told me that I had a brain
problem A BRAIN PROBLEM wow I thought I must be in the St. Elizabeth's
hospital and they gave me
Thorazine and they gave me Lithium and they gave me Trilafon and they shot
me up with all kinds of weird
weird substances and I saw Charlie Manson on TV and he smiled and laughed
and said it is now your time
asshole to sit here in paradise I was very ashamed of my nakedness and cried
to Jesus cried to Jesus to forgive
me for all my sins for I didn't really mean to shoot the president it was
only a mistake a little voice in my brain
told me to do it and the Old Man laughed and squeezed my balls even tighter
tighter tighter a girl with small
breasts came to visit me and I don't remember her name because I'm a rapist
and a mass murderer and I don't
remember names and she sat and read me from the Wall Street Journal and I
got up with a huge erection and
made a loud speech before the Charitable Society Committee for Criminally
Insane with Religious Tendencies
and they laughed and laughed and told me that I was really really a fool and
I had no right to speak at all and I
protested and yelled and kicked them in the legs and bit them in the noses
and poured rubbing alcohol in their
eyes and they tied me to my bed and gagged me and the night was long and
lonely and the cuckoo clock cried
and the old man unzipped their trousers and everything was ordinary and
civilised |
