Two Lyrics

I don't know why people say they don't understand my lyrics.

Reason to Live

a tiny breath of mankind
strode a breathtaking wire
strung across an open sore
like shipwrecking winds for hire
so many potatoes don't live underground
they dance above clouds of steaming grease
where pimpled fat chicks ruin nylons
with torn fingernails meant to please
her tiny hand stroking dick
a clocked tic tock schtick
a hard body is burning at the stake
there's hardly a puritan who won't take a lick

holding their infants face to the fire
the big guys swear that life is love of fear
wives in welding gear screaming desire
while a bowling team in #1 place
are seen retiring their queer
his last walk was a dumbo-dive
straight off a 32nd floor balcony
where there is smoke there are salmon eyes
and windfalls spilled
from the great bird's beak

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Say it's Not True

hitler drew a hand
on a canvas nobody would ever alter
there stamped in his palm
were us witnessing
all lawyers at the altar

so you don't want to die alone
in this great big dying sky
well, take hitler to the mall then
and show him the heights

arcade babies feel digital
there's a piggie gone to market
arcade babies look like dinosaurs
to the piggie coming home

so you say you don't want to die alone
in this crowded well-lit sky
well, take the piggie to the mall then
and let piggie wear your tights

this doomed one walks with you
on a bad dream naked isle
where the conch is telepathic
and wears a smile
you dreamed the clam got a job
pushing angels on the mob
but nobody ever questioned you
or the three sugars you took
to add to your black kiss and tell

do you wonder sometimes
which moon is yours?
are there others to stumble to?
is there anything left
of this mask that was torn away
before we could open the rift?
go ahead,
look me in the eye and say,
"Its not true."