Still Life With Hot Deuce on Silver Platter

You're going through phases Are you some kind of man Or a moon? Either way, these here boots They're gonna walk All over you It's all true, isn't it? There's no real altruism, kid It's just a new set of clothes On the same old selfishness - cold piss! Out, walking the street Looking for these Alleged elegant truths It's just me Lonely me And the other relevant dudes Arrogant enough to believe This is developing news I exist just as a fish Stuck with the pelican blues - hot deuce! Here it goes again I hear you took it to another level Here it goes again [53x] Tonight I'm crying for a baby Who's never going to be born My authentic self was aborted At the age of four You know I'll always be a junkie You see me spread across the floor 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 angels Don't come around no more But I'm not gonna cry I'm not gonna cry I'm not gonna cry Thinkin' bout that baby But I'm gonna die Die if I don't try Try to bring that man to life But what of the classic contest Content versus Context? They have a fight - Context wins Con men contact Content's next of kin Saying “I'm looking for your least-feminine lesbian We're gonna pump her so full of bovine estrogen She won't be masculine, I'm high on mescaline But no one knows, cause I shit on some Mexicans” Hot deuce!