Nope

Oh, I can't say what qualifies as pain So transfixed by the wavering flame Mortal kings of each grade and grain erased Oh, I'm blessed The slant may rain, knows my door Tambourines my floor in four Laughs and shakes my folded face where Jesus mowed my lawn Fame has legs, blazing chrome Amputate but it's never quite gone Rakes in clover shown like snakes shine over rate my crime Why kill a man when you can drive him crazy? Why make it end when my amusement always depends on the joke? Won't you lend me my punchline As a favor, can you be entertained so that day I can savor whatever remains Of hurricanes too rattled to romance massive plates of circumstances