Lyrics

1,2,3 With perfect prose and a broken nose He beats the early morning streets He's not a king or anything and he's felt like this for weeks The rain has come again, and it doesn't mean a thing Everyone's mouth is moving but they don't say a thing I spent last night in bed with a young photographer friend She's a wounded dove. A pretty swastika Her smile is like amphibian Won't you take a picture? Develop it in liquor Keeping it in frame Diet Coke is a better mixer Well you attempt the perfect crime But you must be out of your mind You tell me "What else can I do?" But she's a little young even for you Interest or disinterest, she's a simple-minded mistress Interest or disinterest, well, you're making it my business The morning sun smells like manure Nature is my rainbow sewer You say you wanna get some sun Well go ahead, I hope you have some fun I'm talking in my sleep but everyone is listening "Did you find a job today?" Well I didn't know one was missing