Piping Angels

[Verse 1]

I'm walking down the street, you know I mean it

Ain't been to sleep for years, you best believe it

God bless this hernia and take me by the hand

Go find the gory waiter lying in the sand

I love your sickly light, the way it does unfurl

The way it's chased me since I was a little girl

I gape and sprawl about and leap up to my feet

Oh, I hate the pig-dogs and I take my terror neat

[Chorus]

Now get out of my eyeline

I need a straight shot

Oh

James Brown

[Verse 2]

A body so designed to understand the cost

Of making hay from and degrading what I lost

A patch of common ground, a brutal indecision

Go tell the teacher on me, how I have been living

It's neither here nor there, not making any sense

There is no better way to straddle every fence

Long Lankin is thrusting through the night

To let you, babe, to bleed you, and to make you feel alright

[Chorus]

Now get out of my eyeline

I need a straight shot

Oh

Last call

[Bridge]

But the talk slurred, as if you couldn't

Not above the din from the gantry

Weird and normal and full of football

And when it was, that thin flower

Upside down swinging like Jesus cut half-loose

The gory waiter explains again

That death is simply the best garnish for life

But isn't it funny, I say, clever bastard

That in this knife edge of a world

Among the carcinogens and lily-gatherers

The motherless piping angels with the blinds drawn down

There is enough room for you and I

To spend our thumping glory on love

Yes! On love!

[Outro]

I'm walking down the street, you know I mean it

I'm walking down the street, you know I mean it

I'm walking down the street, you know I mean it

I'm walking down the street, you know I mean it