who the fuck?

i stole the bottle of gin from over the counter and ran

i knew i'd been seen

i scarpered stifling giggles down the street

and hid round a corner on a side street

i heard him huffing and the sound of his big feet

against the paving

he was getting close

as he rounded the corner i sighted him up down the barrel of the gun

and on seeing his expression change to one of horror

and confusion jerked back the trigger

his body was jolted back by the force of the bullet

and his feet flew forward

i saw a bright little rivulet of blood arc into the air

and i slid the gun into the waistband of my trousers

who the fuck are you looking at?

who the fuck are you looking at?

who the fuck are you looking at?

who the fuck are you looking at?

is there really a thing like feeling too much?

can you really escape and numb the real?

there's a way of saying

a way of sayin' a shape

i feel a certain shape and it's complicated it's not like a square or a circle

it's like a crystal or a diamond

it's clean

hard

unfathomable and it ends in an augmented kiss

it ends in an demented kiss

who the fuck are you looking at?

who the fuck are you looking at?

who the fuck are you looking at?

who the fuck are you looking at?

rock stars are not cool

they're full of his guy

they call satan

kids stuff oozing from their mouths

they wear the shoes of dead soldiers shot by soldiers

valium horses

trotting

squeezing through their raspberry blood

sometimes i feel so stupid i wanna quit get out of it

'cause i hate this world and everyone in it

the fat bald men who run it

the fat bald men

who the fuck are you looking at?.