everybody knows your name is written in hot pink octopussy cursive baby don't you cover your varicose veins, they're my divining rods, vagina dentata that bore your son, he took a second look, now the boy the waterfall you saw was polychrome wood, it was just like us, baby, it's past your half life, baby i know, it wasn't your idea you were powdered up, you were petrified, you were standing still, on tape record, draw, and photograph, don't talk or fight, baby just stand hand on your heart, eyes to god, could have let it go, i guess should the voice in your head left you bereft, why do you obey, it don't make it's past your half life baby i know, it wasn't your idea