The Sinking Ship The Grand Applause
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Grandfather burned up to ash
And returned to the earth
Which he spawned
This nefarious prank
That's controlled by the length
Of his arms
And the kindred is gathered
By coffin and chaplain
On his behalf
And a discreet tender man
Clears his throat
Waves his hand
Following a laugh
And the band plays on
Like a fat baby's birth
Like a cry and a curse
At the breathing space
While the mother rejoices
Ten fingers, ten toes
And a handsome face
And the family is gasping
Each one can't help asking
"How was it, my dear?"
Like a scorn for the one
That was torn and deformed
For the next cruel years
And the band plays on
So I'll cut you all open
I'll see what's inside you
Or what's missing
While this virgin
Your daughter
Skirt down in the altar-
She don't owe you a God damn thing
Cause she's gorgeous
I'll take her to
The house by the lake
Where I'll write her a song
While you fat pigs with call-girls:
They dance in the ballrooms
Shaking their wallets at God
And the notes fill the pages
As I scramble to paste up
My bleeding heart
And this sick song moves on
If you're lucky lifelong
You can sing a part
As it falls apart
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