Today  you＇re  gonna  be  so  sick  so  sick  you＇ll  prop  your  forehead  on  the  sink  say  oh  christ  oh  jesus  christ  my  head＇s  gonna  crack  like  a  bank  tonight  you＇ll  fall  asleep  in  clothes-so  late  like  a  candy  bar  wrapped  up  for  lunch  that＇s  all  you  get  to  taste  poverty  and  spit  poverty  and  spit  nausea  bloody  red  eyes  go  to  nausea  bloody  red  eyes  go  to  nausea  bloody  red  eyes  go  to  sleep  you＇re  talking  out  of  harmony  you  can＇t  remember  what  you  said  cut  it  out  you  feel  retarded  take  the  sissors  saw  the  head