Patience, hasty You'll race off the taste of These precious times A scattered thing Wont pay you no mind
Tell me, slowly They were the reasons That was the war The kind of hurt Don't hurt you no more
Cos its easy You're leaving no feeling Just remnants of revealing Fragments of the truth And its allright If its all run by crazies There's small consolation There's no medication For all of your blues…
Hungry, thirstin' At a table that's bursting A privelaged haul Impressive things Don't take you no more
Loaded, shipwrecked A cigarette, delicate Like a lighted fuse A sullen thing