It's Over Now
The city pusses with drunken choirs,
Paint faced dilettantes and whining lechers
As the phonebook works its steady way through your bed.
From A - Z.
I went to the desert to come out a leader of men.
The desert's vast; one forgets to emerge again.
Paper, coffee and a joint at ten
And at three, line at eight, repeat again
For four, five years at least...
The line blurs between boredom and defeat
But there's plenty to laugh about when blood's on the streets:
It's the time to buy, the time to buy.
You always knew there was no time to bide.
It was a headache we always saw coming.
The cool lights of days done their snake in the grass act;
Yes, you foresaw the first shoots of spring:
A confederacy of liars and drunken cunts kissing:
Let it not be said we lacked ambition.
Come, shout out loud enough to blend into a crowd:
It's over now
It's over now.
And the streets light up with coloured metals;
Tiger Tiger burns brightly with cheap drinks specials
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And if the road to heaven is filled with friends of yours
I'll mourn wherever I'm headed.
Cut your hair right and straighten your spine
And if you smile right you can preside over
The decline of a civilisation if you want...
What more could you want?
”Give me time, give me time”?
Oh, honey, there’s no time to bide...
It's over now.
So Rob believes he can hide in the army?
You'll retire with the Count to his house in the country...
Empty gestures so elegant they'd wither at the sight of the sun...
Are you having fun?
I held the fort so the rest of you could play.
Empty gestures pass the end of the reign;
The horror and bother of packed out trains
And blacked out days that might well have ended at you...
Black phone roots...
A makeshift noose...
An audacity of rope.
It's over now.
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