drunk chicken/america
Singer:u2
i've given you all and now i'm nothing
two dollars and twenty-seven cents january 17
i can't stand my own mind
when will we end the human war
go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
i won't write my poem till i'm in my right mind
when will you take off your clothes
when will you look at yourself through the grave
when will you be worthy of your million trotskyites
why are your libraries full of tears
when will you send your eggs to india
i'm sick of your insane demands
when can i go into the supermarket and buy what i need with my good looks
it is you and i who are perfect
your machinery is too much for me
you made me want to be a saint
there must be some other way to settle this argument
i don't think he'll come back
are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke
i'm trying to come to the point
i refuse to give up my obsession
the plum blossoms are falling
i haven't read the newspapers for months
everyday somebody goes on trial for murder