I'VE TILLED THE TIRED SOIL ON WHICH A TORN MAN TOILS
I'VE TREAD THE FETTERED FLAG ON WHICH AN ASPIRING ASP COILS
I'VE STARED INTO THE EYES OF GHOSTS, GOBLINS AND GARGOYLES
I'VE EATEN SLOP ON THE BIBLE THE SORDIDNESS OF SIN TOO OFT SPOILS
I'VE SWORN ON THE BIBLE THAT WHICH THE SORDIDNESS OF SIN OFTEN TIMES SOILS
AND ALTHOUGH I'VE DONE ALL THIS IT'S ALL BEEN DONE IT IN VAIN

I'VE RE-READ THE SAD ENDING TO THE SAME SAD TALE A THOUSAND TIMES
I'VE HEARD THE MEANING IN THE METER TO A MILLION TOO MANY RHYMES
I'VE LIVED THE LIFE OF A MANIACAL MAN AND THE MALICE OF HIS COUNTLESS CRIMES
I'VE SEEN THE SODDEN SORROW IN THE SILENCE OF A WELL-TRAINED TROUPE OF MIMES
AND I'VE BEEN STRANDED AT THE APEX OF A MOUNTAIN ONLY A FOOL SO FOOLISHLLY CLIMBS

I'VE BEEN BLESSED BY THE BEST AND SUFFERD AT THE HANDS OF THE MOST STRUNG OUT OF TIMES
AND YET THE TALE GROWS NO LESS ACRID AFTER IT'S BEEN REHEARSED SEVEN HUNDRED TIMES
AS THE SOIL I'VE TILLED IS NO LESS ARID EVEN AFTER A BIBLICAL FLOOD
AND I'VE IRRIGATED MY FIELD WITH BOTH MY SWEAT AND MY BODY'S BLOOD
I'VE BEEN UN-VINDICATED AND VILLIFIED BY VIOLENCE AND SADLY IT'S ALL
BEEN DONE IN VAIN
AND WHEN A JUNKIE SUCH AS MYSELF IS LOST IN THE PAINTED DESERT'S DRYNESS IT SIMPLY MEANS MORE PAIN

SO IF YOU ARE AKIN TO ME DO NOT EXPECT VINCICATION FROM SANCTIFIED AND SANCTIONED RAIN
BECAUSE IN THE END THE FRUSTRATION OF FRUILESSNESS BY FALLOWNESS IS MADE PERFECTLY PLAIN
ALAS, BOTH MY FIELD AND THE DESERT WILL NEVER GRANT NOR GROW ANY LIFE-SUSTAINING GRAIN
YET I WILL TROD FURTHER UPON THE SOIL IN VEHEMENT VAIN AND THROUGH RAMPAGING AND RAMPANT RAIN
SO PLEASE PAENTS, WHEN YOU'RE CHILD SPENDS TOO MUCH TIME IN THE BATHROOM TOO LONG
WHAT I'VE WRITTEN ABOVE SHOULD TELL YOU PARENT'S WHAT'S WRONG
AND WHEN YOUNG JOHNNY OR JOANNE BEGINS TO WEAR ONLY LONG SLEEVES
THAT'S THE TIME A MOTHER AND FATHER SO GROSSLY GRIEVES
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