Fur Balls

Oh, oh, oh

The rain pours

The cat coughed up one of her furballs

I cleaned it up

And ten minutes later she was snoring

The rain kept pouring and pouring

Tapping on my roof like fingertips on the face of a banjo

There's a crack in the sill of my window

Two decades in a hundred year old building will show its wear and tear

Many have come and gone

But I won't go

Not yet, no, no, no, no, no

This is my haiku of the day

I didn't do much at home

I laid in my bed

In my bed I stayed

Yeah

The cat threw up one of her furballs

I thought you'd wonder what us rockstars did on our days off

Does it upset you that we clean up furballs?

Are you mad that I laid in bed today and scratched my balls?

If you're upset, please don't write things on the restroom walls

It's depressing enough in the restroom stalls

Don't write ugly things on the walls

It ain't good for you

Don't write hateful things on the walls

While all the bitches are whining and whining

Me and the black ocean are shining

We're not talking

We're not even spoke

We don't need to

Me and the black ocean

I just told you

We don't need to

For we are shining

Nature is nature

And your brain is a picture of your tongue on her clit

Her sweet mouth on your dick

Everyone that's cooler hypocrites

We're all half butts

And we're all half crips

Dirty sluts, mine from the gutter

And your brain is a picture of you jerking off on her

We're all just searching

And we're all full of shit

We're all just searching, baby

And we're all full of shit

We're all just searching, baby

And we're all full of shit

We're all just searching, baby

And we're all full of shit

The rain tonight is splattered on my roof

Like a dumpster dropping a hundred

Years worth of leftover chicken curry

She's to my left, to my right

On my bookstand it's William Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury

Damn you, oh, damn you

You will, will you?

You will, will you?

You think you will

But bones are backfired

Flapping back and slow and heavy out of the ditch

What's your name, little girl?

What's your name, little girl?

A woman is either a lady or not

Someday it'll no longer hurt you like this now

I will sleep fast when I draw, draw, draw

I was not who was not who was not who

After a while the laughter ran out

What did you do today?

Did you love or did you hate?

Did you bury their dead body?

Or were they cremated?

And when they died did you write beautiful words for them?

I know you did, I know you did

'Cause if you didn't, then what is you is?

What is you if you got no words for the dead?

I got words for the dead and so do you

You got words for the dead

'Cause if you don't, then what is you is?

So mind you, mind you, mind you

Mind you, mind you, Benji

Not Quentin, nor Dalton, nor Jason the third, or Dooley

He 33, he ain't equipped mentally or emotionally

And he cry and he cry and he cry

Like a baby

It's a cry that we all cry deep inside

When somebody's done us wrong

Or injures our little baby pride

Men don't let other men know they are crying

Men want the other man to think he is high-flying

And I know you're flying high, brother

For we are shining

And we both know when the other is crying

For we are shining

Am I sinking or am I climbing?

A little of both as we all are

Or we'd be lying

While for our attention the bitches are pining

Where you at, Black?

Are you there, my brother?

Something tells me you are my brother from another mother

I'm down here in New Orleans

I'm here in New Orleans

And where the fuck are you?

I know where you are

For we are shining

You driving around in your Mercedes

Driving the ladies crazy

And I'm sleeping in a lot late lately

Fighting against the temptation to be lazy

And that's it