I want a book that’ll make me drunk
full of freaks and disenfranchised punks.
No amount of hate no load of junk
no bag or words no costume trunk
could make me feel the same way
an inch an hour two feet a day
to move through night
in this most fashionable way.
There’s this fuckin band you gotta see
they used to scare the living shit outta me.
No frothing dog no cool insanity
no "rock n’ roll" no christianity
makes me feel the same way
an inch an hour two feet a day
to move through night
with very little else to say
but I’m helpless less with the people
than the space
No struggletown no bemused Trudeau
no solitary walks through vacant lots
in moonglow
Tonight the winter may have missed its mark
you can see your breath in Springside Park
coffee-coloured ice and peeling birch bark the
sound of rushing water in the dark
makes me feel the same way
an inch an hour two feet a day
to move through life
with very little else to say
but I’m helpless more with the people
than the space
I mean I’m helpless less with the people
than the space
You see, I don’t know Neil
I Don’t know Neil