@ transcribed by [email protected] (Howard S. Goodman)
Seven seas he sailed on, cannons blazing in the night
Had shiny medals for his eyes in kryptonite … with lasers
With every nail he hammered in came the rush of flying hands
They pasted flyers, they planted flags
We watched him hover higher, higher
[Cruise effects? Crucifix?] and Lurex
Holy holy sensurround
O lord, he never touched the ground
From state to state he wandered
He could have been the boy next-door
Could feel that patriotic roar come [falling] through the cracks
of our [existence/resistance]
He took the fear away with whitewash and scorched earth
Majorettes and cruel disciples
Cigarettes and red-hot bibles
The buses ran on time
[Swathes of Kali? With scythes of Kali?] they hari-kari’d
On bayonets with poison ivy
We held this torch up high … can you see? can you see?
All the girls he never had and all the boys who stood and laughed
All the dopes and all the dealers
Sheilas … peelers … squealers … feelers …
Come watch me crawl
Come watch me drown
I’m kneeling through your mirror
See me cower in the corner of your room
Watch me desecrate the contents of your tomb