the twisting of God's nervesnand the laughing gas facenand a world relied onncannot save me a placennextinct from the oceannand sucking, like lambs,non air too thick...nnI'm nervously hanging...nstill magically herenI'm comfortably worriednthat we've poisoned the well...nnwe all share the groundnand the food we eatnand the nails we hang from...nhave been kept clean...nnI hate to confess...nbut the rats won the racenand in all this confusion...nwe, nervously, somehow,nemptied our platesnand it's a wonder that anythingnturns us on at all...nnI'm nervously hanging...nstill magically herenand, stupidly, somehow,njust singing along...nnyou've once heard the notionnthe whales must be savednwell, build them a theme park,nand teach them to begnndown by the black pondnall tired and stillnthe birds have gatherednthey magically circlencarefully, though,nI'm certain they've noticed...nwe've poisoned the wellnnand I'm patiently hanging...nfrom a delicate boughnand it's a wonder that anythingnstill shocks me at all...