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they descend upon the city like flies |
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spraying their eggs into a dead dog's eyes |
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it's England on a Saturday night |
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I wish I could be like them and I try |
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but I find it more rewarding to walk along the river |
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picturing my body discarded in the water |
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I wonder who will do it and I wonder what they're doing right now |
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they opened up the sewers tonight |
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animals caged in their appetites |
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let loose upon the passer-by |
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and people like me are just parasites |
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take me to the river |
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I want to feel the water |
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closing in and helpless as you're pushing my head under |
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I wonder if you'll do it and I wonder what you're doing right now |
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at four am you're lying right there |
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with urine and wine dried in your hair |
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you mean something to someone somewhere. |
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but now half alive, to drunk to care. |
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I take you to the river |
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I want to show you something |
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I'm making a map from all the flowers I'm collecting |
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I wonder if I'll do it and I wonder what I'm doing right now |
