A Pot In Which To Piss - Titus Andronicus

«The audience was large and brilliant.

Upon my weary heart was showered smiles,

plaudits, and flowers, but beyond them, I saw thorns and troubles innumerable.

It was a pretty good GPA

We got a couple of good grades

And it sounded like a pretty good seven inch

And winter didn’t seem so cold

And I had a smile for everyone I know

I was starting to get comfortable in the place that I’m in

And it used to not mean anything

It used to not mean anything

It used to not mean anything, but it really means nothing now

Nothing means anything anymore

Everything is less than zero

And I know it won’t do much good

Getting drunk and sad and singing

But I’m at the end of my rope

And I feel like swinging

It was an unflattering photograph

And people saw it all over town

Hanging up on the wall above the urinal

Hear the man with the notepad say

«Oh, they’re funny, but they drink too much»

«Don't be surprised if they don’t amount to nothing at all»

We were talking about giving up

We were talking about lying down

We were talking about tying off

Wasn’t it supposed to mean something now?

Let them see you struggle and they’re going to tear you apart

You ain’t never been no virgin, kid, you were fucked from the start

They’re all going to be laughing at you

You can’t make it on merit, not on merit and merit alone

Dan McGee tried to tell me, «There ain’t no more Rolling Stones»

They’re all going to be laughing at you

I’ve been called out, cuckolded, castrated, but I survived

I am covered in urine and excrement but I’m alive

And there’s a white flag in my pocket never to be unfurled

Though with their hands 'round my ankles, they bring me down for another swirl

And they tell me, «Take it easy buddy, it’s not the end of the world!»

«And there and then and bathed by the rising sun

My son in his grave, in his rude-dug grave I deposited

Ending my vigil strange with that, vigil of night and battle-field dim

Vigil for boy of responding kisses, (never again on earth responding)

Vigil for comrade swiftly slain, vigil I never forget, how as day brighten’d

I rose from the chill ground and folded my soldier well in his blanket

And buried him where he fell.»