I play doctor for five minutes flat Before I cut my heart open and let the air out Three bugs, a pound of dust, some wind spilled before me In the strangest manner that had broke away my tear spout As I lie there with my tongue spread wide open A black widow had offered me a sweetheart tube As I injected the candid heart that I selected She said, "Don't hesitate, just do what you have to do to me" It's hard to stay between the lines of skin Just 'cause I have nerves don't mean that I can feel I wasn't very much fun to be with anyway Just let the blood run red 'cause I can't feel It's hard to stay between the lines of skin Just 'cause I have nerves don't mean that I can feel I wasn't very much fun to be with anyway Just let the blood run red 'cause I can't feel Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time, it's time Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time, it's time Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time, it's time Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time until the time is right Biding my time, it's time Biding, biding, biding, biding Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Someone behind me Someone inside me Everyone against me Everyone beside me Clawing away the pieces Scratching away the abscess One more, two more Everyone, once more One more, two more Everyone, once more Inside the faces that I hide from you I want to see you splayed before me You are the only one That I would rather see before me You want it, you need it You want it, you need it You want it, you need it You want it, you need it Don't lie; I die, you lie; I lie, oh, why? I don't want you to pay anyone when I die I wanna die, I'd rather die, I wanna die You purge, you burn, you purge I don't need you anymore, I don't need you It is time, it is time, it is time, it is time It is time, it is time, it is time, it is time It is time, it is time, it is time, it is time

Why don't we stop foolin' ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sittin' on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters, we sleep separately And drop a smile passin' in the hall But there's no laughs left 'Cause we laughed them all And we laughed them all In a very short time Time is tapping on my forehead Hangin' from my mirror Rattlin' the teacups And I wonder- How long can I delay? We're just a habit, like saccharin And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue But each time I try on the thought of leavin' you I stop I stop and think it over

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I got no place to go I've walked around Soho for the last night or so Ah, but it doesn't matter, no Blessed is the land and the kingdom Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? My words trickle down From a wound that I have no intention to heal Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass Blessed is the church service, makes me nervous Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I, I have tended my own garden much too long

Old friends, old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be 70 Old friends, memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears

Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles I'm a ragamuffin child Pointed finger, painted smile I left my shadow waitin' down the road for me a while Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy They have no borders, no boundaries They echo and they swell From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell Down from Berkeley to Carmel Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill Hey, sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like a floating question, "Why?" They linger there to die They don't know where they're going and, my friend, neither do I Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy