Yes friend, tell me of that good deal
the one that made you feel so real.
It was so good you had to tell me on my meal
While I was trying just to heal.
You got some TV for cheap
Or some couch or trash heap.
And as you tell me I just weep
I'm so tired of you being a creep.
Everyone has some object in mind
That they want to feel inside.
I'm tired of these things you find
That you hold a bit and then say bye.
Maybe nobody told you
That the best things in life
Are not things to chew
But things you can cut with a knife
To have them unglued
Like everyone does with their wives.
I wouldn't know about glue,
Because my lady is mine.
She comes and goes through
When she feels so fine.
I don't have to hold her down
And I don't have to pay her then or now.
She's not looking for a golden crown
And I never make her vow.
So you're looking for a deal you say?
Looking for some trash to love.
While me and my love sit down and pray
That we'll always be together above.
I don't need any trash love
To fill my empty happiness.
If I had a cage of doves
I would free them with success.
I don't want trapped animals
For my wild, loving heart
Needs to be free like canals
Flowing and showing their part.
And if you play with poses
And fill your heart with roses
I'll try to save your noses
That are taking so many doses
That your mind just closes.
Give everything you have away
Just try to breathe another day.
Life is not for trash to sway
And make you think you need its weight.
The anchor is falling deep now
And I've got no time to weep-- how?
You gave me no time to touch my brow
To think of what I should allow.
You're on your own as the anchor falls,
And you know the things you own will never call.
So you've grown stiff and cold, just like a wall,
Sitting at your throne and feeling small.
