i think i finally understand   the way a broken arm can hate the hand   the way a farmer hates his crop   the way a lawyer hates the honest cop   the smell of chamomile   beneath my sickle blade   will not comfort the cancer-stricken   or provide some common shade      i finally woke up at the drop   and told the driver that he had to stop   and then he got down on his knees   you know these actors always die in threes   the sound of dialog   translated by a hack   it gives me chills when she pays the bills and   still has time to surprise attack      come out come out come out and say it   why can't you come out and say it   come out come out come out and say it   why can't you come out and say it      the look of camouflage   on the ones who beg   the decider says i'm a fighter   but i can't feel my fucking legs      lalalalala      come out come out come out and say it   why can't you come out and say it   come out come out come out and say it   why can't you come out and say it   come out come out come out.