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May as well be a form of lycanthropy When divine inspiration or chemistry Spurs a sudden attack, and the sluice gates unlatch And a current begins overtaking me When the sky opened up and my jaw unhinged I could see in slow motion before it hit Lachesis at her desk, mutter under her breath And her editor suggests an asterisk So much for the hall of fame And all the promises I made When the hens come to roost, I'll be on the ground In the fetal position till I am found And I feast on my words, with my mouth on the curb Saying "please sir, can I have another pound?" But until the sweet eve of my recompense There'll be nothing to do but lie stiff and tense Till I finally doze in a blissful repose Where I dream of the boots of the presidents So much for the hall of fame And all the promises I made All the effort's gone to waste Now what will Saint Peter say? "What is this? What are we trying to do now? What are you trying to pull? What is this? Oh, what are we trying to do now? What are you trying to pull? What is this? What are we trying to do now? What are you trying to pull? What is this? Oh, what are we trying to do now? What are we trying to pull? What are you trying to do now? What are you trying to do? What are you trying to pull? I have no patience for you, now I have no patience for you, now I have no patience for you, oh What is this? What are we trying to do, now? What are you trying to pull? I have no patience for you, now I have no patience for you, now I have no patience for you, oh What is this?"