Creon I

Who's that scruff lord marching? Puffed out chest in crowds With cymbals chanting Sideline laughing Clutching my head in my hands Cheering and grunting and mooing Unfurl the flags With Stars and Stripes and it’s sticky Spun sugar Sticky touch Rub my eyes Punch my thighs I'm unravelled yeah Into the politic of crowing Perched The dark streets Out my arms fling wide A golden tickets to greatness Pulls at your desperate hopes and heartstrings I'm silver grey, I remind myself Years of work, I remind myself Who can compare? I remind myself All access pass, I remind myself Upon my knees Upon my bruising blistered nose and cheeks Like a hot tench in a fishing net Pressed face down in the catch So catch me there, to dry in the sun Listen to the mouth that feeds you I can be your mother, babe Catch me there to cook and wriggle dry And take away this pain I can do what I want (Is this still what I want?) I can do what I want (Is this still what I want?) I can do what I want (Or is the crown too heavy now?) Now what’d you do that for? Now what'd you do that for? Now what'd you do that for? Now what'd you do that for? Can't stop I can't stop, I can't stop I can't stop I can’t stop Would you be mine if I still believed? Would you be mine if I still believed? The world upon myself The world upon myself, my face My face in my hands, disguised in happines Pain like a radio casting louder String on my face as I move String on my face as I move through the trees String on my face as I move through the trees My stars and stripes as sticky Sticky as spun sugar and me Sticky as spun sugar and me And I yawn and I stretch and I face the light And I dream of my death Now what’d you do that for? Now what'd you do that for? Now what’d you do that for? Now what'd you do that for? Now what'd you do that for? Now what'd you do that for? Now what’d you do that for? Now what'd you do that for?