Pernice Brothers - B.S. Johnson lyrics

Write a book of debt everyone must pay Exact revenge in a grotesque way Build a Taj Mahal on vacation time The kiddies frag the sap before the ink is dry It's as good as any joke I know Write a book of leaves shuffled by the wind Two unbound lives, orderless and grim Set up to ensure failing miserably Sublimate a world into poetry The make sure your last intention's known You were dead by forty-two There'd be no rigid form for you Jammed into a plot where you never would fit A tiny man*script with a hole cut in it As you drifted off to sleep, my mother set bedtime for me Terrycloth robe with a hand-me-down fit Playing in the bath with a warship in it, yeah