(And all I ask of myself is that I hold together)nHalf as drunk is twice as clever, appalled when tarred and featherednRemarks upon the weather, will just retard endeavournThis piece of meat is pumping, poison 'round itself so neatly, about it, pound for pound, it feeds away and most discreetlynnAnd all I ask of myself is that I hold togethernnGet me divine ascension, supply my worst intention, to thrash it out in heaven, our Lord - too thick to mentionnThis piece of mind is keeping to itself, if only sleepingnRegard it, freeze it, jar it, assign it all to healingnnAnd all I ask of myself is that I hold together