Over The Wall II

Where is the woman I call my wife?

Waiting for me to resume my life?

Guarding her ass with a kitchen knife?

Or screwing the janitor

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Where is the friend in the photograph

Tender amigo who made me laugh

Splitting the shit with me, half and half

Is he taking good care of it?

Or stealing my share of it?

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So I sit on my cot and my memory whirls

As I think of the boys dressing up like girls

Wearing too much mascara and phony pearls

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Where are the children who bear my name?

Making a circle to play a game?

Do they say to the neighbors I'm not to blame?

Or spit at the thought of me?

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So I wait in my cell feeling half alive

Sharing food with a rat, maybe four or five

While the rats with the power can all survive

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