This is a song about regret, forgiveness and redemption in a confessional with plumbing. This song is dedicated to anyone who ever thought they could right a wrong. This is a song called 'Texas hold 'em' or 'Sorry baby, I'd like to buy you another drink and keep shooting craps with you all night but I ate a chivito and have other craps to shoot' or 'I don't want a lover (I just need an s-bend)'
It began when they took my order in the Casino,
And delivered unto me Chivito,
Of which I was nearly wholly unaware, you know.
And I'll say it again
I..was..not..afraid..to..dine.
I began to warm and chill
To greasy objects in that swill,
A ragged egg, a twisted beet
The face of Jesus in the cheese
Those sinister dinner deals
The meal trolley's wicked wheels
The mayo stench rising from that food
All things either good or ungood.
And the chivito plate is waiting
And I think my gut is turning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of loot.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
And I'm not afraid to dine.
Interpret signs and catalogue
A bloodied stool, a wretched fog.
The toilet walls are bad. Black. Bottom kind.
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath at my hind
They are the sick breath gathering at my hind
I hear stories seated in that chamber
How chivito, Christ could never manger
And like some ragged stranger
preferred to die on the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
He was a carpenter by trade
Or at least that's what I'm told
Like my good hand I tatooed E.V.I.L. across it's brother's fist
That filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist.
In Heaven His throne is made of gold
The ark of his Testament is stowed
A throne from which I'm told
All history does unfold.
Down here my throne is a porcelain pyre
And I think my arse is on fire
And God is never far away.
Into the mercy seat I climb
I don't know when the mayo expired
And like the moth that tries
To enter the bright eye
So I go crouching down to try
to thread a camel through that needle's brown eye
And anyway I never lied.
With my shooting hand called E.V.I.L.
I swore on my heart to promptly X.O.O.M.
`Tis a long-suffering shackle
that I cut down a friendship in bloom
And the mercy seat is burning
And I think my arse is glowing
And in a way I'm hoping
To be done with all this spraying of all I chewed
A courtesy flush
is of little use
my bowel movements are loose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is glowing
And I think my arse is melting
And in a way its helping
To be done with all this twisting of my bowels
I'd give my right eye
for a bidet and some towels
And anything to calm the howls
or just some double-ply.
And the mercy seat is melting
And I think my arse is smoking
And in a way I'm spoiling
All the fun with all this consequence and truth.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And I've got nothing left to lose
And I'm not afraid to die.
And the mercy seat is waiting
And I think my arse is burning
And in a way I'm yearning
To be done with all this measuring of loot.
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
And anyway I told the truth
But I'm afraid I told a lie.
), I'll start to go through it. I'm still hoping to find an iPad Air and an iPhone 5 which would make me look pretty silly! One problem is my apartment is so cramped that there is no place to sort all the stuff.
