1. I Have Forgotten How to Love You
2. Restraining Order
3. Sarah's Booted Boy
4. The Day the Birth Stood Still
5. Altar Boy
6. Little Miss Consumptive Icon
7. Police Widow
8. Done Gone Gommorah!
9. Me and My Girl and the Cold Grey World
10. Vaginal Interior Decorator
11. Soup Gone Cold and Growin' Skin
12. Pumpernickel Crust (Ensemble Version)
13. Murder the World with Me
14. Fear of Food
15. Spring is in the Air
16. That Skirt's Too Short for a Funeral, Honey
17. Fish Heads and Olives
18. I'm in Love with the Ambulance Driver
19. Fish Head Reprise and Variation


I Have Forgotten How to Love You

I Have Forgotten How to Love You
I Have Forgotten How to Love You
I Have Forgotten How to Love You
I Have Forgotten How to Love You

A squirrel walked into the mower.
Alright, I put him in there if truth be told.
But I was
young and gay in a terrible time.
To my mind, still,
my most heinous crime
is that

I Have Forgotten How to Love You
and reason for going on is gone, gone.
Pilate resigns with a sign of the cross.
You can't fly an airplane on chocolate sauce.

There was a bear
a holy terror in your room.
When I shot him I discovered
he was my brother
in a bear costume.

So much for me as the Iron Man
a warrior soul made of marzipan

The memories of those better years
are shining brightly through my tears.
I Have Forgotten How to Love You.
I can't remember how.
Dismember, disembowel
me now.

Restraining Order

So, where was I
when the right one came along?
Eyes full of love
she sang her murder song.

But she could never guarantee eternity
and I could never guarantee her safety.

"I'm looking for a good man to murder me..."

Someday, we'll go
to the zoo again.
We'll look and laugh at those
funny moles again.
Maybe by then I'll know
what it means to be human.

Maybe by then I'll know
what it means to be human.

Sarah's Booted Boy

You were a doll to my dark vision
not a daughter of perdition
not a vile eater of excrement
as they depict in the New Testament.

With a tear in your dress
and your hair a mess of blood and thistle
a rune engraving on my pistol
and every night as clear as crystal...

Oh, all the love that I have found
in the manure and stony dregs.
I saw the oven of Birkenau
between your bony legs.
And though I'm very maladroit
at treating her human
my Sarah loves her booted boy
as only a Jewess can.

Though I won't surrender my vision
to the impotence of coexistence.
The crime you call unforgivable
made an impossible life livable.

Some twenty Totenkopfverbandmänner
broke your heart.
To the twenty-first you were a torch
in a darkened abattoir...

Dead
Dead
Dead
On the border of Switzerland...

The Day the Birth Stood Still

After three days I'm tired
of your obfuscated colostomy.
Half of your friends want to be diapered
and the other half really ought to be.
Still, the thought that I might lose you
has my heart a-stutterin' somewhat
and you know me baby
I got a heart the size of a stomach.

As I am severed in a semblance
of an abscess removal
the guard dogs hemorrhage
in tacit approval.
And so you've sucked another
paper doll Golgotha hollow
but that which you cut from your brother
your father had to swallow.

No fluer de lys to fade and
no scars on skin adorning
and no one mourns the maiden
who made your morning.
So I sing a song of sour milk
on an exstacy-addled x-mas eve
and a sock burns in a toilet
to honor the infant amputee.

"The Day the Birth Stood Still...
The Day the Birth Stood Still..."

On the day of his birth,
a nurse gave him a bath
while nervously singing this song.

Altar Boy

Oh, father
the shambles of your temple
as I kissed it clean as a waste can
toothpaste tube.

Today
the body of Christ
melts
like bread and you.

Sunday's guest
on Saturday's pillow of your host.

Little Miss Consumptive Icon

You're starting to look quite old
as the vodka tonics take their toll.
Hail! The sycophants are here!
Xoloft, cigarettes and beer

turn a castle to a hovel.
Tomorrow you'll be yesterday's model
choking on the last of
your fabled attacks of asthma.

Miss Consumptive Icon
Miss Consumptive Icon

Everyone loves a martyr
but no one so much as the martyr
feigning her blaze of glory
a 40-year-old teenager.

Until the last full measure of duty
she awaits aflame, yet undeterred.
Until the last full measure of duty
she awaits aflame, yet undeterred.

Please don't die for THEM!

Done Gone Gomorrah!

Daddy donned a cravat and a cape and a wig
and hunched in a Dracula pose
but what frightened us more than his Vampyrie
were the booger men flying out of his nose.
And mommy put a Jack-O-Lantern
on the lid of her iron lung;
the plastic fangs we gave her interfered with her breathing
but she wore them anyway to satisfy her young.

And sister was an angel
from heaven out on loan
halo, painted foil
on a ring of styrofoam.
When Mommy told her Jesus
didn't love her anymore
she left a scarlet puddle
of sorrow on the floor.

And I won't be killed by memories
of nights I bled and mounted.
Everyday another egg
whose cracks I haven't counted.
And my heart is another tumor
and my sister is in Hell
and a new god spoke to me today
and the meat is starting to smell.

Me and My Girl and the Cold Grey World

Various bodily fluids
stain the bed of a Chevy 4x4
the semen of one man
the blood and the urine of several more...

Me and My Girl and the Cold Grey World
Me and My Girl and the Cold Grey World

Lit my cigarette
told me a funny riddle:
"How is a child's pelvis
 like peanut brittle?"

Me and My Girl and the Cold Grey World
Me and My Girl and the Cold Grey World

Stepped in
to the stew.
Better find a jew
to pay a nigger to shine my shoe.

Someone's crying' for you
somewhere else in the world.
Someone's crying' for you
somewhere else in the world.

But not here.

Not here.

Not here...

Kiss the penis graft
of rotting chicken skin
to a god who never wins
god in one person.

Me and My Girl...

Me and My Girl...

and the skin of the Beast is black.

Vaginal Interior Decorator

Now, I don't really understand
just what I do to please her.
This twitchin' thing she thinks a man
is but a corpse having a seizure.

She's content to play the graveyard desecrator.

And as for me...

I'm her Vaginal Interior Decorator.

And then there was the time I did protect her
form a creep on a scary street
using a self-defense technique
from a Soldier of Fortune magazine.

I had a sick yellow eyeball slobberin'
on the end of my housekey.
It wouldn't soon see fit to be botherin'...

On a binge in Persia
entreating your salvation
I been as accursed
as the bee in your carnation.

Lately when I'm feelin odd
in my cool dry hyacinthine pod
I say a prayer of thanks:

You're a special gift from God.

Pumpernickel Crust

Say goodbye to the libertine lie.
Finally had my fill.
You know, I used to have two or three women a night
and those were just the ones I killed.

But now your love merely washes away
all the violence from within me.
You're the most perfect woman
this side of Myra Hindley.

Just around the coroner
there's a rainbow in the sky.
Tonight I spared the life of a Kensington whore
with a kiss to the glory of my bride.

Though to my mother's nightmare, I
am like my brother and sister fated
it's time to give the entrails back
to the whispering eviscerated.

Pumpernickel Crust
Oh my Pumpernickel Crust
Pumpernickel Crust
I love ya, Pumpernickel Crust

You leave me to do the terrible things.
You stay at home to breed a race of kings.

Murder the World With Me

Murder the world with me.
Murder the world with me.
After all, it's ugly and desperately
trying to murder you and me.

I had a wonderful time at the hospital.
We played Parcheesi everyday.
Our love and my phantom limb grew strong
and then suddenly one of them was gone.

Because you were the cheatin' type.
I was drunk in my room when I heard this.
I wouldn't need an excuse tonight
were I to carve a rune in your cervix.
But I'm gonna let you live.
May your treachery abound.
The only thing sweeter than revenge
is the fruit of the moral high ground.

The only thing sweeter than revenge
is the fruit of the moral high ground.

Sorry I'm not Mr. Warmth...

Bernadine will avenge me!

Fear of Food

Only one thing can save you
from the Evil which you are:
that would be a tourniquet over
your tracheotomy scar.

Only thing I ever got from you:
the spice rack I stole in June.
I had never heard of fennel nor
coriander before.

Still, every dinner ends the same
but no end of sin for the Holy One.
All the bread it has the same
taste of cold linoleum.

My feet are in enormous pain.
Nothing more for me to do
but to empty the bone and jelly remains
of the frog you put in my shoe.

Spring is in the Air

Spring is in the air
and there's a cyst on my cheek.
Everyone's in love
except for me.

And the terrible image
of Nature unbound
can only remind me of you.
And the terrible image
of Nature unbound
can only remind me of you.

And I hope there's no such thing
as karma on this Earth;
I love you too much for me to see
you get what you truly deserve.

Went straight from the Little League
to bisexual goblin.
Mommy always wanted a daughter;
Daddy was convinced that she got one...

That Skirt's Too Short for a Funeral, Honey

It's so hard to see this
as anything but an end.
It's so hard to say, "Goodbye lover,
Hello friend..."
We didn't stand the test
of the sorrow that brought us together
and though part of me wishes you the best
part of me will hate you forever.

'Cause I took you literally
when you told me to go to Hell.
You know, sometimes I really have to
smile in spite of myself.
You were so devoted to the end
or so you told our friends.
Yeah, dutiful Saint Judy
you're such a fucking martyr for your men...

every single one of them.

Nothing will close the schism
you dug between our lives.
But, hey, you're still got your looks and your feminism...
Choke on them tonight!

Oh well, they come and they go.
Is it just the little thing I miss?
Like, this one wiggled it that way
that one wiggled it this?

I'm gonna rape that girl right out of my hair!
I'm gonna rape that girl right out of my hair!
I'm gonna rape that girl right out of my hair!
I'm gonna rape that girl right out of my hair!

(I bled to death that night
 before the hospital could phone her.
 I had a rare blood type
 they couldn't find a donor...)

Soup Gone Cold and Growin' Skin

I was left holding the soup tureen
sighing, "So this is my thanks..."
You were out doing your slut routine
for all the boys at Dirty Frank's.

And what was the loving sentiment
I had longed for you to share?
Maybe just:
"I know what you're capable of, but
 frankly I don't care."

'Cause, Honey
I know what you are capable of...

I love you anyway.

Fish Heads and Olives

Judith, my love, now as we part
temporarily, so you say
I'm hoping we'll be one again someday
and it's the closest thing I've ever known to faith.

Fish Heads and Olives
for me
and a big brown bear
for you
Fish heads and Olives
for me
and a big brown bear
for you...

God, I never wanted to have to get over you.
God, I never wanted...

I always thought that you
would take me to old age.
I guess you did in a way
but I was only thirty...

I'm In Love with the Ambulance Driver

I'm in love with the ambulance driver.
She's the one for me.
I'm in love with the ambulance driver.
I pray that she'll take me.

Oh, I'm so in love with you, ambulance driver.
You're a pretty foreign girl.
Yeah, you're pretty foreign, girl.

And I'm a...

Soul on the wire
of fear and desire
who fell in love with the ambulance driver.