dialysis and bedpans

11/24/2003 2:28 PM

can you heal me?
i'm not done for, but
dialysis and bedpans are
all that awaits my soul

i've got faith
reams of it
mountains move when i daydream

i've got heart
a whole chest of it
broadway is my back porch

and honesty
i'm swelling with that
its a clearance, we're liquidating our stock
at least thats what i'd tell you

and you'd come for
the deal of the century
i'd park my car in your front lot
driveways of harmony and savings
quality and service with a code of honour

i'd bring you back from the battlefield

at least thats what i'd tell you
if i had faith
that my heart
could bare the truth
to a world looking for
the best buy
the lowest price law
the honourable evil
the stocks with return
to make the returning christ
appear a pauper.

i'd say that.
but i can't
because it's true
i lied to you
i said that.
i told that.
and i'll hold the truth
forever in my throat
catching on the tears
of a dry eye and
trembling lip

no hot drip
except for the pump and pull
of my dialysis machine
bringing me to justice

for deadpan eyes
and bedpan lies
i've lived my life
and you can't heal me.

i've decided that.