Good morning

This is your warning

This is your warning

You're gonna appear before a stranger

I don't know if you'll be in any danger

For some are not pulled into moving cars

Some are not dragged down Fifth Avenue by the hairs in their ears

Some get away with it, some get away with it for many years

And are not punished, but some are

Winner

Is this the work of your life?

This is the work of a beginner

Look out there, it's the last prisoner, swaying

Look out there, it's your best friend, aging

There's a tall, far-off thing with eyes

Whose existence I cannot prove or disprove

Looking at everybody all the time

Every single day, but you're gonna find

It's not been looking at me in the same strange way that it's been looking at you

If you're not wrong and there's really nobody out there who can do the impossible

And who's gonna forgive you? (Who?)

Who is gonna forgive you?

Now, there is work to be done on the sides of your body

And there are hot things that are unusually long and they burn very badly

There are things I hope one day to hook around the corners of your mouth

There are plans that I have in this house, written down

And there are plenty of people I can very easily call who can come over here within an hour

And do the work that must be done on your heart

There is so, so, so, so much work to be done on your heart

There is so much work to be done on your heart

And it's not the kind of work that you do around the house

My friend, this is your warning

Good morning

This is your warning

This is your warning

Fuck you, fuck you