The Month After

The Month After Lyrics

Under the table and down in the pit with out plastic
Potatoes and Joe-Joe the dove on the spit. On the
Spoons you made rhythm; I whistled the blues cos
My throats been misused and my voice is a crack in
The tar. In the jar is a tablet they sent in the post,
With a pamphlet. With an order; "Take this when the
Pain gets too much!" I confess I feel nothing at all . . .
I'm bored and you're bald, but I laughed when you
Called me the snail. My red trail runs behind me.
I'm guilty, no secrets. You're not such a picture
Yourself--but your brown eyes I know so very well.
They're sadder and wiser; We've finally been
Through it all. Now our time's slowly ticking away.
Do you think there's a heaven? [ Backwards: I feel nothing at
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