1978

I’m a rocket I’ll attack it I’m the greasy fingers tryna open up your duck sauce packet I’m the package that you’re waiting for so track it Not a complex code so crack it Luck’s run so cold you’ll need to grab a jacket I’ve got some time so let’s unpack it Jack of few trades Master of fewer Mind in the gutter Heart in the sewer If you’ve got a taste for it I’ll make a case for it Slow down the pace for it I’ve got the face for it Baggage like John Frum It’s the dark before dawn Burnt so bad that I stick to Teflon Your sweet is sweeter Sugar-coated every day And this is just theater But I watch it anyway Alter your altar And fix your ‘fix ‘Cause if and when you falter I’ll be right there in the mix Those boots go with those pants Like you and I go with romance Which is to say not at all But say it with that Southern drawl Stack it up just to watch it fall All the mirrors without the hall Buried the lede down in the crawl I’d burn it down but it’s not my call I was hiding, you were seeking And confiding, I was leaking You were biding, I was sneaking And eliding, always peaking Maybe sliding with some freaking And your chiding needs some tweaking This whole posturing is just a fad Losing something that we never had At this point, I can’t even be mad It’s too late to be good... so let’s be bad Your sweet is sweeter Sugar-coated every day And this is just theater But I watch it anyway Alter your altar And fix your ‘fix ‘Cause if and when you falter I’ll be right there in the mix Your sweet is sweeter And this is just theater Alter your altar ‘Cause if and when you falter I’ll be right there in the mix