Back To Index Pulp"Aborigine" Starts so slowly, just a place to stay Somewhere warm where they can spend their days Air is stagnant and he feels unclean Hair hangs greasy and he smells obscene Something's happened and it's not so good Broken bottles in the face of love Mottled flesh under the harsh strip-light Nylon sheets to keep them warm at night Once it's started it can never stop Fills his head with a dark damp fog In the distance is a constant cry growing louder as the years go by Days get longer and he starts to drink Spews his stomach in the kitchen sink Tells his children they should have respect Tells his wife that she's a nervous wreck He hates his wife and he hates them all He hates his wife and he hates them all Can't be bothered when it's all the same leave it long enough, it goes away In the meantime stomach turns to fat She tries to tell him but he can't have that She's only |
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