Friends say my countenance or what amounts to it Is a shroud of ash and brown Turning clay into gold Can sometimes get you down I suppose there are benefits In being retarded At least your life's a string Of moments unguarded lawyer says my case is poor And the doctor says there is no cure For this war in my mind I can't feel remorse Or hear their cries Is the sun fading Is the light dying Or am I just going blind I have worn it like a badge
I stitched it across my chest for everyone to see And I have made it a major tenet In my theology In the 20th century There's no reason or rhyme We've become the greatest experts At simply k**ing time Darling use your riverboat dredge Dive down dig down underneath my skin This faded cracked and thin veneer So easy to get in I will try not to drown you With what lies behind my kiss Honey I should warn you first You swim at your own risk