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You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
Though all I knew of the rote universe were those pleiades loosed in December
I promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember

That the meteorite is a source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

The woman is a genius.

They c*ck them hammers, wave them llamas
But that's that in-front-of-the-camera-drama
So when the cameras are attached to dollies, I call them Dalai Lamas

Miss Lucy was a chick and he knew she liked to ball
He said, "Come on Lucy, it don't matter to me at all"
But Miss Lucy's got a fella with a flick knife in his hand
Johnny Cool pull a shotgun, the man's in command

Ex-fake, ex-rake
Ex-charmer of the snake
Ex-libertine, ex-on-the-make
Ex-erotomane

Ex-player, ex-pimpernel
Ex-gay, ex-ne'er-do-well
Ex-feeler-up and rubber down
Ex-erotomane

Ex-coprophile, ex-scopophile
Ex-Blue Rider, ex-sarcophagus defiler
Ex-sympathetic, nippoholic hentai maniac
Ex-erotomane

Ex-excessive masturbator, ex-dog Diogenes
Shrew-tamer, extoller of the high priapic vices
Ex-gokkun princess white pearl necklace sperm bukakke
jeweller
Ex-erotomane

Ex-retailer of tales, ex tittle-tattle vendor
Of dubious encounters and curious sexual failure
Ex-stallion, ex-tooler, Excalibur, ex-ruler
Ex-erotomane

Ecstatic, whose license has expired
Ex-romantic, extinguisher of fires
Ex-tantric, ex-frantic, ex-fanatic ex-eccentric
Ex-erotomane

Ex-inventor, ex-liar, ex-Johnny pants-on-fire
Extoller of the vices, controller of the prices
Ex-w*nker, ex-drinker, ex-penetrating thinker
Ex-erotomane

Ex-fucker, ex-baller, ex-obscene phone-caller
Now cleaned up, teetotaler, a total tea drinker
Ex-funky ex-junkie, reborn
Ex-erotomane

Forward thinker, ethicist, living proof that God exists
Ex-unicorn ex-horn, ex-stallion, ex-porn
Ex-fisher king of pretty teens exhausted Saint
Augustine
Ex-erotomane

We all want justice but you got to have the money to buy it
You'd have to be a fool to close your eyes and deny it
There's a lot of poor people who are walking the streets of my town
Too blind to see that justice is used to do them right down

All life from beginning to end
You pay your monthly installments
Next to health is wealth
And only wealth will buy you justice

There'll always be a fool who insists on taking his chances
And that is the man who believes in true love romances
He will trust and rely on the goodness of human nature
Now a judge will tell you that's a pathetic creature

Cops pullin' up like I'm givin' drugs out, nah, nah
I'm a popstar, not a doctor

Out on some borderline
Some mark of in between
I lay down golden, in time
And woke up vanishing

Everyone's wondered where I've gone
Having too much fun, having too much fun
Doing nothing, doing nothing
Busy doing, doing nothing
Busy doing, busy doing
Doing nothing

Writing a postcard to you
When you're in the other room
Just writing to say that I can't find my clothes
If you're looking for something to do

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel breeze.

Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr - and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.

Shine on you crazy diamond!

Threatened by shadows at night - and exposed in the light.

Shine on you crazy diamond.

Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze.

Come on you raver
You seer of visions
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

I may or may not be engulfed in tears right now.

All I ask of you
Is make my wildest dreams come true

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Yeah, boomer...

One two free four...

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
You shuffle in the gloom of the sick room
And talk to yourself as you die

And life is a short warm moment
And death is a long cold rest
You get your chance to try
In the twinkling of an eye
Eighty years with luck or even less

So all aboard for the American tour
And maybe you'll make it to the top
But mind how you go
And I can tell you 'cos I know
You may find it hard to get off

But you are the Angel of Death
And I am the dead man's son
He was buried like a mole in a fox-hole
And everyone's still on the run

And who is the master of foxhounds?
And who says the hunt has begun?
And who calls the tune in the courtroom?
And who beats the funeral drum?

The memories of a man in his old age
Are the deeds of a man in his prime
You shuffle in the gloom of the sick room
And talk to yourself as you die...

I live alone at the bottom of the sea, the bottom of the sea, the bottom of the sea
My Mum's just been run over by a Yellow Submarine, a Yellow Submarine, a Yellow Submarine

I manipulate, that is what I do
I manipulate, that's what I'm doing to you
That smirk on your face was designed by me
I snuggle rumpusing curated it, like magically
I manipulate, that is what I do
I manipulate, that's what I'm doing to you

You don't like what I've become?
What did you expect to happen?
You come around with your lips flapping
All hopped up on diet gum
And everything you say is supposed to make me come

Like, I should feel grateful you are in my life
But I'd rather dig out my own spleen with a butter knife
Hey, I've got some Gainsburgers you can have if you want 'em
You might as well, you've clearly hit rock bottom
You probably hang out at Times Square with Maytag Blue in your pocket
And around your neck is your grandmother's locket
With a picture inside of what you might have been

Sound familiar? Do you even know where that cheese is made?
It's from Iowa, you dullard. Ever heard of it?
I knew this guy from Ames, Ames, Iowa, Patrick
He would be so not to be into, in the most extreme way

By the way, your bedside manner is reminiscent of a chuckle of hyenas
Except, yes, it is a chuckle of hyenas, Dr. Turdface
It's a collective noun!

Do you even know what a collective noun is, Stupidzilla?
Hmm, let's see, I think your group would be called a misery
Or, no, a patheticness of fuckwits
Oh, oh right, pardon me, your doofusness, a patheticness of baristas

I manipulate, that is what I do
I manipulate, that's what I'm doing to you
That smirk on your face was designed by me
I snuggle rumpusing curated it, like magically
I manipulate, that is what I do
I manipulate, that's what I'm doing to you

You know, being with you was like a cross between Cannibal Apocalypse and Lassie 9
Except nowhere near as both of those movies were
It's still a personal conundrum of mine
How anyone can have such few of self awareness

I manipulate, that is what I do
I manipulate, that's why you just took a poo
In those slacks you're wearing, is that a leisure suit?
Did you make that yourself? That's a rhetorical question
I manipulate, that is what I do
I manipulate, it's rather easy with you
You're sort of begging for it with your stupid face
You're like Daffy Duck about to be erased

Did you really think you could seduce me in a leisure suit?
Well, I, yeah, okay, fair enough but that was like three weeks ago
I'd like to see you try that now
Uh, I'm not staring at your crotch, you maynard, I'm not
Well, it's hard not to, you practically dislocated your own hips thrusting it at me
You're like that neon sign that keeps Kramer up all night

Yeah, I guess you did keep me up all night a few times
Really? 463? How could you know that?
We only went out for a year
What? I don't know, I was just gonna order out, I'm gonna
Well, sure, I guess so...

Hey, um, I'm sorry I snapped at you a few minutes ago
It's nothing personal, I hope you know that

I manipulate, that is what I do
I manipulate, that's what I'm doing to you
That smirk on your face was designed by me
I snuggle rumpusing curated it, like magically
I manipulate, that is what I do
I manipulate, that's what I'm doing to you