Smart Flesh - The Low Anthem
See the high wire man there before the sun
He goes home at night where he beats on his son
The play right in the attic in his skylight of sun
As the cigarette on his lips
And his son beats down on the smart smart flesh
It comes down from high in its heavenly stand
Suggesting redemption will be easily possessed
For less than any pound of Flesh
It's terribly important to every man of his state
To settle the score write the record straight
So he may free his slaves where on the death bed he lays
Such sweet and knowing flesh
Knowing in the end you'll be alone
For lonely death does creep
So hire yourself a chimney maid
And smoke yourself to sleep
Among the manikin men all dressed up and in dart
My manic depressive true love she leaves me for lone
The rooster crawls and daybreak is upon
As the cigarette on his lips
Saying pretty girls go and take your time
For god only knows how you have taken mine
And seize them clear to the ends of time
To hold the smart smart flesh
Knowing in the end you'll be alone
For lonely death does creep
So hire yourself a chimney maid
And smoke yourself to sleep
Now the hateful play right it's time that he dies
Must visit the judge in a new disguise
Saying judge in your robes oh judge so wise
There's something on your lip
In a man of his state right before he dies
Must clear the black pages to tarnish the mind
In a bible in a bath for mind to hide
He soak the smart smart flesh
Saying in the end you'll be alone
For lonely death does creep
So hire yourself a chimney maid
And smoke yourself to sleep
The unknowing tumor is fixing his home
In a damp bed of the catacomb
As a raging war on the high wire unfolds
She buries her teeth in the flesh
Now the world's a machine do you know that it's true
For the sole lover's eye laid just outside the room
He loves itself widely but what can it do
The cigarette on his lip
