well i understand. everything is okay. we’re all doing well. problems are small. though life can be hell. but we’re all happy. and we’re satisfied. doing what we have to do. to get by. it’s just that everywhere i look i see deception. everywhere i go there’s no reflection. i know it’s strange but has anyone mentioned this to you before. i know it’s strange but has anyone mentioned that one day all of this still won’t be yours. get off the road. here come the clear-skinned faithful. it’s not their fault they’re so handsome and clever. and their blessed lives of privilege and style. just get better and better and better and better and better. but i look around and all i see is a big pile of termite mounds. rising up to the sky. so i want to thank you now. for making you my dumping ground. i want to thank you and your eclectic electric stuff. and i want to thank you now for being there when i come round. but this is where i get off. big men. small brain. big cars. no pain. tough guys. thick hide. poking holes in the countryside. big hats. small brain. high hopes. always end the same. big men. no brains. big dreams. down the drain. someone else always pays the price. but it’s a small sacrifice. because it’s us. not them. big men. and their tiny little brains. maybe that’s why it never rains. my lucky day was yesterday. isn’t that always the way. my lucky number is fourteen. if you’d been watching. it’s something you might have seen. my lucky coin. already spent. don’t have to ask where it all went. wounded. broke. addicted. find a path least resisted. and on the days in between. love will win. fast and fizzy. fast and fizzy and godless. syrupy junk peddlers. rhapsodic but soulless. small and sticky. small and sticky and useless. innocent and stupid were my excuses. always looking around the wrong way. always just short of something to say. mainly drunk. usually jobless. sleeping all day. mercifully godless. fantastic moments. fresh live bait. dangerously by-passed. until it’s too late. hopelessly loaded. from interstate. regretfully outlasting my use-by-date.