Tarmac Blues

In a world of careless ruthless hands

Whose cruelest task to understand

The vile ** inside of man

When my kerosene refused to fuel

And fever took my favorite mule

My purpose turned to simple rules:

Recognize the mountain’s real

Don’t expect a big reveal

Long after the seventh seal

Your lover loves in fits of rage

Acts out your life on dim lit stages

Throws you in an unlocked cage

It’s your choice to stay in there

Change your name to Frank Voltaire

And one by one pull out hair

So if everything has come before

And there’s no need now for metaphors

I better pawn this for a two by four

Or at least carve into the side

This machine surrounds suicide

And forces it to idolize

So you’re living free of love and hate

Making Utah license plates

I’ll trade your lot for all my faith

There’s no hope in integrity

But there’s comfort in hypocrisy

Imagine it all happily