Budzisz siê w krzyku, z p³aczem posrod krwi.
Ze spermy ojca, krew z matki krwi.
A pozniej yest nie wiele lepiej,
Gdy juz wyjdziesz za drzwi domu,
By nie wrocic ...
Again and again the same situation
For so many years
Tethered to a ringing telephone
In a room full ot mirrors
A pretty girl in your bathroom
Checking out her ...
I've got a quarter in my pocket of an apple left to eat:
It's a wonder that I'm standing on my own two feet.
In the shadow of a thousand veiled Victorian ...