deep dark truthful mirror

one day you're going to have to face

a deep dark truthful mirror

and it's going to tell you things that i still love

you too much to say

the sky was just a purple bruise

the ground

was iron

and you fell all around the town until you

looked the same

the same eyes

the same lips

the same lie from

your tongue trips

deep dark

deep dark truthful mirror

deep dark

deep dark truthful mirror

now the flagstone streets where the newspaper

shouts ring to the boots of roustabouts

but you're never in any doubt

there's something

happening somewhere

you chase down the road till your fingers bleed

on a fiberglass tumbleweed

you can blow around the town

but it all shuts

down the same

so you bay for the boy in the tiger-skin trunks

they set him up

set him up on the stool

he falls down

falls down like a drunk

and you drink till you drool

and it's his story you'll flatter

you'll stretch him out like a saint

but the canvas that he splattered will be the

picture that you never paint

a stripping puppet on a liquid stick gets into it

pretty thick

a butterfly drinks a turtle's tears

but how do

you know he really needs it?

'cos a butterfly feeds on a dead monkey's hand

jesus wept he felt abandoned

you're spellbound baby there's no doubting that

did you ever see a stare like a persian cat?