I want you to kill yourself
by any means possible
by every means possible
however wherever whenever possible
I want you to kill yourself
dead
I want you to show me you mean business, Sunshine
show me you can take it like you dish it out
rough tough and with more than enough stuff
to get the job done like a pro
I want you to serve it up
high fast and on the inside corner
just this side of a beanball, Babycakes
just this side of a beanball
I want you to prove nobody delivers the goods
the bads
and the uglies
like you do, Toots
no
bod
e
I want you basking in
the sweet light of reason
the gentle light of love
the pure light of truth
the harsh light of reality
the flickering light of hypocrisy
the black light of rotting death
I want you to taste what’s left of love’s thick nectar
so you know
who do that voodoo
like you do that voodoo
that beats boredom
six ways from Sunday, Padre
I want you to know that this ain’t
the book of love
the look of love
the sound of silence
the pride of the Yankees
the thrill of victory
or
the agony of defeat
this
is
all
you
left
&
I
want
you
to
know
it