Now and then you get what you want
Now and then you get what you want
I don't to talk

I wish I was dead

The reservoir is filling with mold

The reservoir is filling with mold
I don't want to talk
I wish I was dead


Oh bunny rabbit
Jaundiced by the bummer of habit

Is there a plantain big enough
To cave your head in?


Sweet clot you are what you are
Sweet clot you is what you is
You feel it now

Misplaced but the world

I don't want to talk

I wish I were dead

Born to suffer

You are embarrassed by this thought
And with that all your dreams are gone
Fall apart


Try not to cry in public
Try not to cry in public

Try not to cry in the shower
And try not to cry at the clinic


Port Au Prince
If God won't come I'll go to him


Born to suffer
Born to suffer
Born to suffer