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To call myself a shard of glass
Would be to call a sailor crass
A "Fuck you, too" to all witty retorts.

To call myself a rust machine
Would be to call all warfare mean
A "Make love, not whore" to all binary sorts.

But to call myself a mess of man
Would be to say "I understand"
A knowing nod to a wink goodnight.

Hey there, ladies.
Do you find yourself wondering
"What can I give to the man
Who has everything?
What can I do
That he can't do himself?"
What can you give to
A high-powered tool
An always fishing lightning rod
A topical depression in the Care-a-been-one (too many times)
A vacation to get away from it all's well that end's
Well, I don't know about that
I don't know that I'd say that
Exactly
We all have problems
Tis better to give
Than to deceive.

I once knew a man
Who burned his house down
Once a week
Then rebuilt it
Once a week
And burned it
Once a week
Said he never liked
Never cared for
Never loved
Where he put that goddamn window
Once a week
But whether it was where he looked out
Once a week
Or how other people looked in
Once a week
I never could tell

Never could tell God's honest truth
Just let sleeping doGs lie.

See those little tricks?
Those little pricks
Just sprinkling
When you want a red, red rain?
Colloquialschisms trying to imply
That I can't say what I mean
Or mean what I say
(Inversion's the most honest way
To say something
With no idea what you meant.)

Parashocks ain't nothin' but a mute turned up.

Let's just say I'm a shard of glass
Pick me up, I'll cut yo' ass
Throw me down
And I'll break up all the more.

Let's just say I'm a rust machine
Break me down, you won't feel clean
Fix me up
And I'll break down once again.

Let's just say I'm a mess of man
You done did all that you can
Love me down
Love me up
Love me
And I'll
And I'll
And I'll

Be a moral man
And you'll shine too bright
Be a clever man
And you'll be too right
Be a broken man
And you'll be too much
Be a quiet man
And you'll be just such
Just such
Just such a bore
Just such
Just such
Just such a chore
Such a fly in the squawl
Be a funny man
And you'll be too masked
Be a sincere man
And you'll not be asked
To dance or laugh
Just such
Just such
Just such a drag
Such a pull down the blinds
We don't want to see no more
We don't want to see
I don't want to see

Be an honest man
Who picks himself up
Watches him shatter
Who builds himself up
And it don't matter
Who eats that apple
Once a week

Who Falls
Down
Who Springs
Up

Seesawseen
Who's always

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