blAck curtAins
Cancel the wedding, renounce all the vows
I shall suck on those kisses, ride on a cow
To the monastery high over there in the clouds
Silent for 25 years
I saw you collide with the history teacher
Watched fingertips brush over coffee and Nietzche
If he is your type who am I to beseech you
To stay here for 25 years
You Tell him I cared, say I was earthy
Steadfast and honest, but not really worthy
See how I feel when you're bleeding for mercy
Maybe in 25 years
Stone's in my heart there's a lump in my throat
Spare a cent for the mistfit, a dime for his goat
I'll love you and leave you my favourite coat
Had it for 25 years
Black curtains
Wish me well