stories of workin' hard & fine at the five and dime,
making twenty-six cents a load.
A former advocate of peace crimes, kickin' pebbles down the road.
I never knew a man to lack such plans,
to collect all the cans for revenue. Tellin' me of fines, and lies, payin' fees -
avoiding the institute.
Wanted those long arms in his long locks and leaving for the sea,
stories ain't shit to me.
Ain't nothin' worth a shit to me.


The next time I wanna die, I probably won't lie about it.
If you take the time to lay with dogs, you're going to smell like a dog when you stand up.
No romance novels tell the truth about love...
No old folks' homes know much about busts.
If you're givin' you're time away, I'm glad it's not for me.
The saddest part is you're wishing I wish it were free for takin'.
If there's love for makin' it won't be between the lines you see, drawn heavily from tiny pricks
in fragile skin,
so that it may be taken seriously.