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?