Ashes to ashes and dust to
Dust it in the pan put it all in the bin
Over and over and over again I’m
Over the screams and the streams and the unfulfilled dreams
Others inject into my being which
Never were never were ever were
Made for me
You can hope and pray to your gods and kings
And unseen things
But they never call to me or sing to me
As loud as you do
If you had a voice my ears could hear at all
Which is to say I hear no words at all
Only half-hearted wishes typed from bluescreenlight
Typey type typed with much gusto
Driven from your guts-so
Buttons pushed as the lever tinks
And sinks away what little honest concern
You may have had –
Little to none –
Not enough to even starve on –
But it’s the thought that counts!
The effort that gets the grade
And makes you feel like a good little boy
A good little girl
A good little Christian loving fuck-all chuck
Who hurts itself in its confusion
About where it all went wrong
And who let that poor thing down –
Shame! It’s a shame! It’s the same every time!
Shoulda seen it coming but we let it pass on by,
And at least I tried
Like a good boy good girl good god should
But I can sleep easy knowing
These things just happen
They just happen
Sometimes it just happens
To the worst of us
Which they was.
g l o s t i x 