KID CONGO AND THE PINK MONKEY BIRDS
THE LAST WORD (Powers)

I’M SORRY I COULDN’T BE YOUR FATHER
OR LIGHT THE SHADOW OF YOUR MOTHER
OR CAST YOUR BLACK CLOUD ASUNDER
I THOUGHT I’D BE THE ONE
A ROOM OF LIGHTS, A BLINDING SUN
I DON’T KNOW WHY I THOUGHT I’D BE THE ONE

YOU DRINK YOUR STORMS FROM A TEA CUP
YOU ARE SEASICK AND YOU ARE BLIND
THEN YOU’RE KEEL-HAULED AROUND YOUR INDECISIVE MIND
WELL I KNOW MY ROLL OF THE DICE COULD TURN YOUR BLOOD TO ICE
AND TO YOU MY CRAP SHOOT, IT’S NEVER DONE
I DON’T KNOW WHY I THOUGHT I’D BE THE ONE

I’M SORRY THERE WAS NO AUDIENCE FOR YOUR CRUCIFIXTION
OR LECTURES ON WORLD ABUSE
I LISTENED FOR SOME YEARS BUT BABY IT’S NO USE
WHEN I SPOKE OF LOVE KNIVES SWAM BEFORE YOUR EYES
WHEN I SPOKE OF LOVE ALL YOU HEARD WERE LIES
WHEN I TRIED TO PROTECT YOU , YOU WENT AND GOT YOUR GUN
I DON’T KNOW WHY I THOUGHT I’D BE THE ONE

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