Poor Bastard

It's a new form of slavery

Some gas from the past

Partly built on the right

Partly built out of glass

While the crystals deflate

I begin to address

A little run in your stocking

A little hair on your dress

Well the party isn't over

Till the fat one comes home

You know you ate up all the sausages

Gave the old dog a bone

It's part of your anatomy

It's part of your mind

I would prefer mine I suppose

To do this time

It's the dark side of perfection

Prelude to success

Curious brand new direction

From associated risks

Could be the stigma of rejection

Or the embarrassment of desire

It got clumsy with the ladle

Spilt the soup on the fire

Surrounded by cushions

Black lacquer and chrome

As your friends and relations

Inspect your brand new home

In a moment or two

They're gonna leave you alone

No more days in the oven

No more nights on the phone

It was good news and bad news

For the unemployed son

Of a bitch or a bridesmaid

A beggar or a bum

We can blow them to Mars

Or at least kingdom come

There's a lot of houses for rent

Back where I come from

Never, never should have let that knucklehead

Back on the street

Gets the funniest looks from

Everyone they meet

Watch real close

'Cause you're in for a treat

You're gonna get the next meal free

If you don't get a receipt

It was good news and bad news

For the unemployed son

Of a bitch or a bridesmaid

A beggar or a bum

We can blow them to Mars

Or at least kingdom come

No, there's lots of nice little apartments

For rent where I come from

There's lots of nice little apartments

For rent where I come from