I argued with a wounded mannHe saying so nAnd me saying: nWhy can't the beer in my glass nStop to fizz?nThat insane hiss!nHe said:nDrink up boy, nIt takes a whole lot a lotnwhen you're up to your neck in nthis!nNow there are demons all around me nSaying I should taste some of what freedom really isnAnd that I shouldn't resistnThe wealthnOf this oblivionnnI used to play with toy guns and toy knives nBut my daddynHe never thought me how to killnHe told me how to take the blame nBut my daddynHe didn't teach me how to killnnI was told to be discreetnAnd to be able to take an insultnI was so discreet nobody noticed me mommannI was told to fearnAnd fear alone nWould help me what to choosenSo I dreamed myself to solitudenAnd I left behind my family and my kinnnI pack my bags nAnd I go slide back to my mothernTo hide in her shacknFrom this anFighting and fussingnnnI was raised on meat and alcoholnIt don't do any good at allnI went clipsnEclipsenBut I ain't did nonI ain't had nonI ain't coming backnnIt's amazing how only a little faith nCan point someone in one peculiar directionnBut how mush it takes for people to admitnThey were wrongnAnd to renegotiate their intentionsnOr how quickly they irritatenIf you only mentionnThat only 2-3-5 changesnTo their daily waysnCould make a whole lot a differencenIn the chain of daysnIn time and spacennI hope I won't get bustednCause I done no wrong nBut of course nYou never know nWhat change might comenIn moralitynOr economynEcologynSexualitynOr any other matternOn the one hand nOr on the other handnIn my land nOr your landnMakes me understandnThat nobody really knows nWhich way things gonAnd that even the river must flownUp stream sometimesnnConsumption!nBeep beep!nWatusi!