And when we’re dead, then we’ll be dead
And I guess that’s enough for me
Another enemy defeated
Another nemesis destroyed
And this was a love song before it was perverted
And it was dumb and it was pure, but now it’s wiry and introverted
But always strange and always frail and on the verge of shattering
Like your elders’ fine china crashing sharply on the floor
And if we meet there, then we’ll meet there
We can touch our lips and pretend that it
Will still spark the spark of our tired hearts
Scrape the pits of this sordid abyss
And it had such a subject
But everybody is pretty now
And all strangers are the same in their strangeness
And all strangers are the same in their sameness
You were right, and I was told
When we were born we were too old
This pornographic picture’s the last piece of us
That I haven’t sold
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