Faust Arp
Wakey, rise and shineIt's on again off, again on againWatch me fall like dominoesIn pretty patternsFingers in the blackbird pieI'm tinglingIt's what you feel not what you ought toReasonable and sensibleDead from the neck upI guess I'm stuffedWe thought you had it in youBut notFor no real reason
Squeeze the tubes and empty bottlesI take a bowIt's what you feel not what you ought toThe elephant that's in the roomIs tumbling duplicate and triplicatePlastic bags in duplicate and triplicateDead from the neck upI guess I'm stuffedWe thought you had it in youBut notExactly where do you get off?Is enoughI love you but enough is enoughEnough of that stuffThere's no real reason