goodbye sober day
mr. bungle
but the drugs say another
this intergalactic ulcer?
pin my ear to the wisdom post
hang me up and drain me dry
mend my shipwrecked spirit
lift the veil from my eyes
the years grew wings and flew away
ghosts of the past become barbarians.of the future
because what you said was true
may your sun be blown out just like a candle
and may your sea burn like tar
may your sky be rolled up like a scroll
may your blue moon drip with blood
and then made soup of your bones?