We are the high street service trays
coming to take you away
Pasadena '68 with speed on your breakfast plate
and cancer calls them happy pills
they keep her calm and cool until, he leaves

The moccasin skin obsession leather thigh
white tennis skirt so high
The eyes of mine are new and kind
but the hair's not grey, it's white
and grandfather's an ascot noose
can't tie the tassels on his shoes, leave me

Oh god stop tearing off the roof
of my experimental bathroom
it's the only thing that's halfway mine
and not for your prying or lying eyes

These are the red-eyed politics
the c___tail revisionists
War room rules: no wives or kids
here men sing the boy in them
the hedge casts heroes late across our lawn
the valley hunt militiamen, all gone
Thought we had the lock in '54
now the maid owns the house next door, and what's more
swims in the pool she used to clean
our new king looks like a queen, leave me

The empire's melting like ice cream
on the altar of the sun
This skin we've stretched for centuries
it's faded, it's fraying, it's meaningless to me

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