Swansong Meat - Subtle

I suppose, when you wake up

And the dream you goes dodo

You will find, in your front pocket

One of those stubby golf pencils

Convincing living

That you, yourself is convinced of living

Till your kidneys can’t clean the convinced

Out of your true blue blood stream

And are you not now, professionally hoodwinked

An easy street penis throbbing down breezy streets

In a b-line like, easy like, bees like, brokedown icecream truck’s leaks

Convincing

You see, however so slightly permanent

These have been things sung that will never be songs

Oh (x6)

Oh, I suppose

Not swansongmeat

Mor bit nails spit

With strips of skin from chickens' lips

Not wet concrete

No stolen sleep

When the water is sheets and bleeding sheep

Hung horrible hymns to a durable beat, and re-recordable grief

Oh, I suppose