Good Wyrd

    Teacher took my mother to watch me on the playground
    I had a habit of climbing up a trash mound
    stripping for a crowd of rowdy adolescents
    in a parody of puberty and human evanescence

    (Good wyrd)
    That's wyrd
    What am I feeling?
    Good wyrd

    I damn near died at the moment of conception
    my-my-my daddy couldn't keep his erection
    but you'd never guess it to see me today
    because I stand up straight like a typical gay

    With flock of baby birds that are stuck in my mouth
    I wanna gag and gag till they come fluttering out
    I'm living with lock jaw and egg-shell cheeks
    I keep dreading the day that they discover their beaks


    Gimme your wyrd, gimme your good wyrd
    Gimme your fear, gimme your good fear
    Gimme your tears, gimme your good tears

    How to bake space:
    Pay attention to the batter!
    Fluff it up good, whip it fatter and fatter
    One part dust, detonated and scattered
    and ninety-nine plus of a dark matter

    But you shutter at the thought of a cook or a kitchen
    ever since you were six you could smell the religions
    boiling all the love into poisonous glue
    recruiting the kids like cannibals do

All Songs © Copyright 2004 Stuart Davis