it was another wild week
the irish brothers made a girl cry
after which she went on an anti jew tirade
and we told her to leave
i laughed and thought of you
how clever life is
when it creeps
and crawls
and slithers
and calls out
out with the peoples real desire
to hate as freely as nobody can love
we did it all on the street
we danced in a dozen bars
and laid on patches of clean grass
and told each other everything
and made a spectacle of the spectacle
and when it ended
it was well past dawn
because thats the way we do it
down here in st. johns