no dance in new york
devil in my left foot step
right, back
train tracks
slipping; angry, too fast
but i'm quick with a slick hip
crack in my brain -- no refrain
the insane are insane
and the veins, and the sweet blood
of jesus christ poured the pain
mary, joseph, the rain!
…couldn't keep me from your poison
i'd pull an oak tree out of the ground
if even weeds would poke their heads
if even me had a choice in the matter
if even me would dare to paint
without fear for all the splatter
i can only make a mess
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