Johnson
It's an instant action day, ill equipped for anything you say
With all my ditches rearranged, ain't it beautiful with plows and flange?
And Lometas running figure eights in seven flat and stabbing for my soul
And there's little time left to create, all pissed away with papers, mail and phones.
And in strychnine, breathless ways, there are reasons here for you to know
In an ashtray kind of way, you are useful and a little stained.
And forgiveness comes in smaller crates, I'm undeserving of these things I know
But the sun has set on something great, all pissed away with papers, mail and phones.