Oh, I can't say what qualifies as pain
So transfixed by the wavering flame
Mortal kings of each grade and grain erased
Oh, I'm blessed

The slant may rain, knows my door
Tambourines my floor in four
Laughs and shakes my folded face
where Jesus mowed my lawn

Fame has legs, blazing chrome
Amputate but it's never quite gone
Rakes in clover shown
like snakes shine over rate my crime

Why kill a man when you can drive him crazy?
Why make it end
when my amusement always depends on the joke?
Won't you lend me my punchline

As a favor, can you be entertained
so that day I can savor whatever remains
Of hurricanes too rattled to romance
massive plates of circumstances