This is not new orleans No party in my head I want to take a bottle From the barroom to my bed I want to know the flavor Feel the stinging on my tongue See the scattered dumbness Of another evening left undone
This is not poetry This is depravity This is an outrage This is unsavory I am escaping My home trappings It takes an old man To bend a sapling
Do not wait Do not ponder What goes on here Goes on up yonder Ghastly mask Shape undone A human pile Of hair and come
This wicked man Has become unwise A silhouette Between her thighs We are now going We are not growing Anymore, anymore
Wipe your mouth The bottle's empty Urinate upon the tree Into the lake You threw the house key Your mistake Their morality
Sleeps with the fishes Dirty dishes There lays the vessel On its side
Sleeps with the fishes Dirty dishes There lays the vessel On its side