i'm afraid that you won't help me
crossing the street to go to work
i can't make it by myself i would
jump out in front of a car
it would hit me
the pain is certainly much
more than i can stand man
every other night i dream
of dying in the street
bleeding on the avenue
where you reside
how the impact crushes me
i imagine pieces of skin and bone
still alive but nearly dead i have
jumped out in front of an impala station-wagon
ow! it has hit me
the pain would certainly be
more than i can stand man
every other night i dream
of dying in the street
bleeding on the boulevard
on which your mama lives
©1978 r.stevie moore
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clack!
everything
what's the point?!! (inst.)