Destroyer

You terrify the land.
You are pestle and mortar
Your first love's new order
Mother Nature's Son
King Of The Everglades
Population 1
I write poetry for myself
I write poetry for myself
You're a permanent figure of
jacked up sorrow
I want you to love me
You send me a coffin of roses
I guess that's the way
that things go
These days
Take pills, for instance
I heard they're no good for you
I won't and I never will
she said
I won't and I never will
I won't and I never will
I won't and I never will
I won't and I never will
Blue Eyes
Oh, baby can't you see
they had it in for me
They had it in for me
they had it in for me
Oh, baby can't you see
they had it in for me
They had it in for me
Blue Eyes
I sent a message
in a bottle to the press
It said
Don't be ashamed
or disgusted with yourselves
Don't be ashamed
or disgusted with yourselves
Don't be ashamed
or disgusted with yourselves
I've thumbed through
the books on your shelves
I've thumbed through
the books on your shelves
I've thumbed through
the books on your shelves
I've thumbed through
the books on your shelves
Blue Eyes

You can't believe
The way the wind's
talking to the sea
I heard that someone
said it before
I don't care,
I can't walk away
I can't walk away
In Chinatown
The wind and the rain
To your detriment you
try to explain
A government swallowed up
in the squall
I can't walk away, at all
In Chinatown
You can't believe
Though I'm sure somebody's
said it before
I know you and
I know the score
I can't walk away
you can't walk away
I can't walk away
you can't walk away
I can't walk away
you can't walk away
I can't walk away
you can't walk away
I can't walk away

Wasting your days
Chasing some girl's alright
Chasing cocaine
Through the backrooms of
the world all night
Wasting your days
Chasing some girl's alright
Chasing cocaine
Through the backrooms of
the world all night
Sounds, Smash Hits
Melody Maker, NME
All sound like a dream to me
All sound like a dream to me
All sounds like a dream
Sounds, Smash Hits
Melody Maker, NME
All sound like a dream to me
All sound like a dream to me
All sounds like a dream
Step out of your toga
and into the fog
You are a prince on the ocean
In a pinch, in the sky
in your eye
Step out of your toga
into the ocean
Look they got your prints
on the fog
In a pinch, in the sky
in your eye
in the sky, in your eye
In a pinch, in the sky
in your eye
I wrote a song for america
who know
I wrote a song for america
who know
who know

I was poor in love
I was poor in wealth.
I was okay in everything else
there was
Oh, I was poor in love
I was poor in love
I was poor in love.
I was poor in wealth.
I was okay in everything else
there was
Oh, I was poor in love
I was poor in love
She took me aside and said
Look I don't do this every day
You got style
All you've got in style
I can see it from a mile away
Oh, I was poor in love.
I was poor in love
You were born okay
Rich in name alone
Your Jesuit profile will suit
The coming apocalypse
Oh, I was poor in love
Poor in love
Why does everybody
sing along
Why does everybody
sing along
When we built this city
on Ruins
Why does everybody
sing along
Why does everybody
sing along
When we built this city
On Ruins
On ruins
On ruins
On Ruins

A savage night at the opera
Another savage night
at the club
Let's face it
old souls like us
are being born to die
It's not a war
till someone loses an eye
Yes, I'm familiar
with your scene
Some would say
shockingly uptight
21 gun salute to the
Fallen Birds Of The Sky
I heard their record
it's alright
Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value
Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value
Hey, Mystic Prince Of
The Purlieu At Night
I heard your record
it's alright
You'll never guess just what
I've seen
A horse abandoned midstream
Quatrain etched on a dirtpile
Quatrain etched
hey that's your style
You'll never guess
just where I've been
A life abandoned midstream
Quatrain etched on a turnstile
Just set the loop and
then go wilder

I wrote a song for America
they told me it was clever,
Jessica's gone on vacation
on the dark side
of town forever
Who knew Who knew
I wrote a song for America
they told me it was clever,
Jessica's gone on vacation
on the dark side of town forever
Who knew Who knew
I wrote a song for America
they told me it was clever
Jessica's gone on vacation
on the dark side of town forever
Who knew Who knew
Who knew Who knew
Winter, spring, summer and fall
Animals crawl
towards death's embrace.
Winter, spring
summer, fall, unspeakable
In a park, on a Sunday
just wasted in the rain
Winter, spring, summer and fall
Animals crawl
towards death's embrace.
Winter, spring, summer, fall
unspeakable
In a park on a Sunday
just wasted in the rain
Winter, spring, summer and fall,
Animals crawl,
towards death's embrace.
Winter, spring,
summer, fall unspeakable
In a park, on a Sunday
just wasted in the rain

Brown paper bag
don't stop me now
I'm on a roll
Plain brown wrapper
in your pocket.
Is it still the invisible man
you're consorting with
Woman
Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all
Backwards Girl
Enter through the exit and exist
through the entrance
When you can
Seen you consort
with your invisible manhole
Fool child
you're never gonna make it.
New York City
just wants to see you naked
And they will
Though they'd never say so
Wise, old, black and dead
in the snow
My southern sister
Sister, Sister
was the name of the band
Flesh and blood
my death close at hand
Sister
This is not about me
and it's not about you
I swear
No hard feelings
nothing personal,
soft sculpture rides the air,
For free
Words words words
Longings longings longings
All in vain
Just ask Vanity
abandoned out in the rain
By the world
another proud American
And as proud Americans
we let it slide away
Harmless little Negress
You got to say yes
To another excess
Let's go for a ride today
In possession of eyes
that's it
In possession of eyes
that's it
A southern bunkhouse
blue skies up above
A kindly figure of
feminine grace
and wit passes for love
These days
All that slender-wristed
white translucent business
Passes for love, these days
Mushhead genius
Passes for love, these days
Four more years
Four more years
Four hundred more years
of this shit Fuck it
I look up I see the North Star
I look up I see the North Star
When I look up at the bar
through these tears
Four white pillars
Yankee-style
All of America loves
to lights his pipes
All of America live
to light his pipe at night
To which Dixie responds
Freeeee Me
And unlashes his sashes
Again
Maybe or maybe not
fast forward she said
Maybe once the seed is sown
fast forward she said
This bird has flown south
she said
Don't talk about the south
she said
It's not you
it's nothing personal
No hard feelings
nothing's there
Soft sculpture rides hard
on the air
Now that you got it all wrong
You got it all backwards girl
Enter through the exit and
exit through the entrance
When you can