What’s wrong with that man Daddy?/ I don’t know, keep staring he’s a freak show/ legs sponsored by Calico/ police peek through the peek hole and see tears of Calixto/ huddled over Nico, blood fresh off the needle/ witnessing the last time the rush fuckin’ pleased you/ fold your hands son/ here comes the church and the steeple/ then the people who tried to piece you and your mind as feeble/ holding onto drugs as the reason God won’t keep you/ my soul became see through/ flash my confined mind to the 1-9-9-9/ at that time when/ I took a blind sign to a nines shine/ seconds away from resting my sublime mind on a Pink Floydian wall/ outsiders think Freudian thoughts, appropriate laws/ lay under fears to get me through the wonder years/
from “After Years Of Television” (2009)
