Well poetry's at the counter
she's not up to what is on
avant-garde is out there too
but he's there and then he's gone
so you stumble out to spit
against the old cathedral's walls
another of old nature's calls
have a whiff on me love
just you slip into the john
something to get you off
so you can carry on
and the plainclothes stalk the streets
but they're not in luck you bet
nobody's carrying, that is, not enough for them
just something, enough to get set
to get the old signals uncrossed
for a crazy night, a wild night
so you can believe that we're allright
refr.
november 1979
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