I am not the type of dog that could keep you waiting
For no good reason
Run a carbon-black test on my jaw
And you will find it's all been said before
I can swing my megaphone
And long arm the rest
It's easier and better to just beat it from the chest
Of desire
I could walk into this room
And the waves
Of conversation are enough
To knock you down in the undertow

So alone, so alone
In my life
Feed me banks of light
And hang your hairshirt on the lowest rung

It's a beautiful life and I can hang my hairshirt
Away, up high in the attic of the wrong dog's life chest
Or bury it at sea
All my life, I've searched for this
Here I am, here I am
In your life
It's a beautiful life, my life
It's a beautiful life, your life

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