Richard Johnson

27th March, 2001-Manchester

Edmund Dorf

Gaslight poured upon Berlin
Masking the cobbled tapestry
A smoke screen for the bourgeoisie
To blinding the rich from happenings
Sitting under dying neon
Are the local girls and whores
Who’s anger-coaxed blood is quickly mopped
By the smokey-glazed floor

I forgot to crack a smile
And to turn a blind eye
To the gallows of bankers
Hanging from their ties
So for knowing their names
I put a gun to what I said
Took cocaine to kill the pain
I’ll feel it when I’m dead

Oh life sits well on me
I will see a new day
Oh thank god they took my ears
I’m not allowed to listen anyway

Watch hum drum blood
Pour from hum drum feet
I’ll not give in to perspective
For it lies and it cheats
Beneath the mist
We embrace fond woes
With only perceived fog
To hide bleeding toes

Oh life sits well on me
I’ll see another day
Thank god they took my eyes
I’m not allowed to see anyway

Oh life sits well on me
I’ll see another day
Thank god they stitched my mouth
I’m not allowed to talk anyway
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