Franklin Benedict

Roasting peppers in the backyard

The sun's eclipse begins to lean and mask your unitard

And all convention lends a hand to understanding

Why a spade's a spade and I'm the goose

You cooked until my skin grew hard

You started elongating all your words

And imitating some intelligent guy you once heard

Donating knowledge to the bank of what the hell will he be doing

This time next year if his assets don't begin to swell

And you see that I've been falling

And you see what I've been through

And you see that I've been calling

For better or worse, I'm calling for you

I caught you framing Franklin Benedict

And twice reversing all the first class stamps that we once licked

Of token soldiers holding hands with all the dead civilians

Stop taking chances with the ammunition in your pants

Turn your face as you get in the car

Embrace the power marching through your vicious jugular

And I'm not saying that I would but I just might become

The only foreign heart to say 'my dear you are my only vice'

And you see that I've been falling

And you see what I've been through

And you see that I've been calling

For better or worse, I'm calling for you