Still Life With Hot Deuce On Silver Platter Lyrics

You're going through phases

Are you some kind of man or a moon?

Either way, these here boots

They're gonna walk all over you

It's all true, isn't it?

There's no real altruism, kid

It's just a new set of clothes

On the same old selfishness

Cold piss!

Out, walking the streets

Looking for these

Alleged elegant truths

It's just me, lonely me

And the other relevant dudes

Arrogant enough to believe

This is developing news

I exist just as a fish

Stuck with the pelican blues

Hot deuce!

Here it goes again

I hear you took it to another level

Here it goes again

[Repeat]

Tonight I'm crying for a baby

Who's never going to be born

My authentic self was aborted

At the age of four

You know I'll always be a junkie

You see me spread across the floor

1-2-3-4-5-6-7 angels

Don't come around no more

But I'm not gonna cry

I'm not gonna cry

I'm not gonna cry

Thinkin' 'bout that baby

But I'm gonna die

Die if I don't try

Try to bring that man to life

But what of the classic contest,

Content versus Context?

They have a fight - Context wins

Con men contact Content's next of kin,

Saying "I'm looking for your least-feminine lesbian

We're gonna pump her so full of bovine estrogen

She won't be masculine, I'm high on mescaline

But no one knows, 'cause I sh*t on some Mexicans"

Hot deuce!