A mock trial   Throw fairness to the dogs   Turn it over to the angry men in mobs   A soft smile   Like everything would be okay   If you'd just wait it out a while      There are holes in my teeth   I haven't shaved in weeks   It's been at least that long since I got a good night's sleep   The sounds I make   Are not my own   They are affected tones   In a temporary home   See the woman smile   While the man lets out a moan      What does she know that I don't?   What does he know that I don't?      Bound and gagged and all tied up   Or freely flying with the doves   I faintly hear the marching drums   And can't help but tap my feet      The things I think   Are drastically opposed   To a picket fence life, working till i'm old   It leaves me sour   So I'm ringing in the new year   By counting out the hours   Watch them celebrate   Cleanse themselves in a champagne shower      What do they know that I don't?   Is there anything I know that they don't?      Bound and gagged and all tied up   Or freely flying with the doves   I can just make out their plastic cups   Their sacrament; their savior's blood      There has to be a joyeux de vivre   They put the joy of cooking in a book   But the bible doesn't speak to me   So I read      So one day I'll know what I don't