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