Cartoon Blues

I listen to a lecture of nonsense till dawn
 By a plagiary poet with dark glasses on
 He said, "how did you ever dream up that song?
 The one where the baby dies."
 I said I'll tell you the secret
 Which one's your good ear?
 Yeah people are made up of water and fear
 If there weren't women present
 We wouldn't be here
 So let's make like we're friends
 Then the pot turned to powder and soured the mood
 And the people I come with were gone from the room
 So I asked like a child may I be excused?
 And disobeyed them all
 Into that late night latrine
 Rain soaking through my shoes
 I tried walking backwards to get less confused
 Working off a theory I could never prove
 That it was life itself to blame
 And time ruined the world
 Like a failed revolution
 A tumour we could not remove
 An old friend, a constant, the blues
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 Now my days are distractions that ring in my hands
 Solitaire crosswords and films on demand
 Return from a cartoon back into a man
 You start to smell that human smell
 And so I sleep with the fan on
 To drown out the street
 And the noise rising up from the bar underneath
 For that inconvenience all my drinks are free
 So I guess it's just as well
 Why do I envy the ending right from the start?
 Just get it together to take it apart
 Watching the horse as it follows the cars
 I sweep up my broken spell
 And I felt something changing the world
 Like a new constitution
 A thief I would have to pursue
 At all times at all costs
 The truth