Heart wide open
for the world to see.
Belly cut wide open,
open as the sea.
And my heart has changed,
slightly rearranged.
It's a cut in the mouth,
it's a belly full of beer.
In a crowded room, I disappear.
You're a pain in my ass.
You're a thousand regrets.
Don't let me down.
In the healing womb,
I'm melodically numb
with seven cans of beer
half pint of rum.
And the times have changed,
but things have remained the same.
One more brick on the back
of the man who can't help himself.
It's a penny in the hand,
it's a dollar on the shelf.
Mark one more down,
it's all too much.
