everyone in the world has beat a path

to your front door

there's nothing left in the refrigerator

they've trampled the lawn

you left the lights on, it's dark inside

everyone in this life

has seen through your soul

about the speed of light and the sounds of old


never knew who your father was

or the side of bread to butter

in some hashish crowd —the messiah

makes balloon animals

only the children have the right to enjoy

but you've ruined your toys

kept the secret bargain

failed like a meteor

always charming