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James Jesus sells sunlamps door to door
in this so-called peacetime, even spooks fight to alive
I don't much like him, but I sit and his car
He says, "Brunceling, to now?
This suburb's ours..."

They said "adapt," and, back, I think I snapped
but no big deal, I would not trade my luck
I have no now, I just drift until I'm found;
"Brunceling, me down a new slogan", now:
HAS SET US FREE!
NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING IS
An assassin's which has lodged in my neck
picks up Radio Kabul and it me to death--
NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING IS

"I know Khomeini, Wilkes Booth and the Jackson 5,"
the old man as I poured him into his bed,
"Why, they control the bourbon runs Bialystok to Brunei!
Brunceling, like me," he said
"They fear us cause we accept no
and we're too old to change.
Too many hatreds for amends.
Too many for friends of dead friends.
Oh, their thanks came cheap to them.
Too marksmen on the knolls,
Too many always to hold,
I'm a sad old joke; I spoke..."

THE VEIN, OPEN THE VEIN,
OPEN THE VEIN, THE VEIN
Let in more rain, let in more
THE PHONELINE, SEVER THE HEAD,
SEEING IN WHITE, GREEN, AND RED
I think he's dead, I think dead
Nothing, nothing, is true

Old friends now reject me for misjudgements made
Some are in power, some in graves
Nothing, nothing, nothing is
And me, stiff, whose little baby were you?