The man who twirled with rose in teeth
Has his tongue tied up in thorns
His once expanded sense of time and
Space all shot and torn
See him wander hat in hand -
"Look at me, I'm so forlorn -
Ask anyone who can recall
It's horrible to be born!"
Big Circumstance comes looming
Like a darkly roaring train -
Rushes like a s**ing wound
Across a winter plain
Recognizing neither polished shine
Nor spot nor stain -
And wherever you are on the compa** rose
You'll never be again
Left like a shadow on the step
Where the body was before -
Shipwrecked at the stable door
Big Circumstance has brought me here -
Wish it would send me home
Never was clear where home is
But it's nothing you can own
It can't be bought with cigarettes
Or nylons or perfume
And all the highest bidder gets
Is a voucher for a tomb
Blessed are the poor in spirit -
Blessed are the meek
For theirs shall be the kingdom
That the power mongers seek
Blessed are the dead for love
And those who cry for peace
And those who love the gift of earth -
May their gene pool increase
Left like a shadow on the step
Where the body was before -
Shipwrecked at the stable door