Human Noise.

We’re all world-wide capital investment junk

Money is money forgetting who I’ve been inside

The 50 cent’res devils hands, they know they are too,

The town crawling, oxygen-gasp, mud-eating proles.

 

Body fluid carpet, tickle armpit noise

Turning ‘I know you do it for all the boys’

I might have ended up in these wicked gates

Concrete, pine trees, walking fuel, woodlice cower.

 

When you’ve had your bath in the dark

Come and discuss how we’ll all give up smoking

Dead meat for body, ticking pulse humming

While you start to grow a beard, betrayal of humanity.

 

Your liquid dinner is ready soon

Germing weeds sprout, the pain of being a man

Neon lights and plastic spoon,

Current gambling pastime, if I never call.

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