You were my dirtiest dream,
The way you made everything
seem
More amazing than it was,
I couldn’t breathe because I
chocked on the smoke from your fire,
I got scared when we started
to go higher,
And you let me take your hand
and lead you into the Promised Land,
The economic disaster known as
my life,
My love is a knife
Cutting into your otherwise
uneventful and happy life.
Back in the days, before there
was electricity,
And people lived amongst their
own waste,
I was a servant at your
banquet of bitches,
I begged at your heels for a
taste,
I captivated you with my
flirtatious eyes,
And so you took me to the
church and baptized me again,
We climbed the stairs and rang
the bells at the steeple,
You fed my hungry and you let
my people
Out of Egypt down into Los
Angeles,
My unworthiness is a poison
That you drink every time that
you start to believe
That we were meant to be
Now I got a job making money
all day,
And we got a little place just
off the Pasadena freeway,
Got a microwave, a toaster and
a dog,
And we drive electric cars to
do our part to cut the smog,
And all the while I wait for
you to say "goodbye”,
And this world is the rope
that will hang me,
These are the strangest of
lives and which should never have been,
But it will always be
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