Poverty City Plays
You better jump in a save me or toss me a life boat
For I’m at an unfortunate depth and I cannot swim
And unexpectedly you have me confused with the other him
Don’t play me, don’t play me, don’t play me
Why don’t you let me in
Or I’ll sleep beneath the trees
In the lovely pines of sin
I’d tell you not to worry but
For fear that you probably won't
I've got my suitcase
From the Phoenix Underground to the Bemidji streets
From the Blue Moon Saloon to the empty seats of Coda
I’m back and forth against this wind
Walking shaded in the face of the sun
Ten minutes and I’m all done
Your Purgatory lies beneath me
And I’m not catholic
So until warm weather beseech me
So I’m tiptoeing on icees
JP sings and he techno’s
I fail to empty bottles or simply let go
Media masses murder for the public’s interest
She insist that I wear a girdle
When I’m jig-sawing or playing Tetris
Rain falls
Shame calls
Looks like we’ll drag Marla
Up and down the malls
Your purgatory lies beneath me
And I’m not catholic
So I’m tiptoeing on icees
Until warm weather beseech me
Lately the future’s freaked me out
I’m indoors, she’s beneath the clouds
I figure there’s no escaping this
Awkward ending that we so often miss
Days seem to swim through time
Better than I tread the rivers
A nickel, a silver, a pint, a pitcher
And there goes my liver
You better jump in a save me or toss me a life boat
For I’m at an unfortunate depth and I cannot swim
And unexpectedly you have me confused with the other him
Don’t play me, don’t play me, don’t play me
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