GUN CRAZY (Part Twenty-One)

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My sister's in prison

The savior has risen

The cow jumped over the moon

She sent me a letter

Just last Tuesday

Written upon a balloon

It said:

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JASON, DON'T YOU WORRY

THE ANGELS HAVE COME TO

SOOTHE MY BROW

THEY BRING WATER AND WINE

WE HAVE A HELLUVA TIME

WE DANCE THE CELLBLOCK DOWN TO THE GROUND

-DON'T WORRY- -I LOVE YOU-

P.S. THE ANGELS GIVE YOU YOUR PROPS

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(angel sez

-naw man, i ain't seen her in weeks

no one gets in there

no one-)

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GUN CRAZY (Part Twenty)

You called me up again tonight
You were bitching on my telephone
You started whining about my sister
and all the awful shit that she has done
I believe that you were drinking
as you defended your position
You fed me one line with both hands
and then You fed me religion


(But I've seen you Beautiful

I've seen you on television
I spoke with your Fan Club
Your president's bitter

I called at the Telethon
I phoned my donation
I consulted your agent
He gave me a quote
Your prices are much too high
Your priests were always much too high
I could never touch them)

GUN CRAZY (Part Nineteen)

no matter what they say
my infatuation is not with death


I am heartsick with the beauty of aim
I am filled with joy at the process of loading
I am awed by the idea of gun-metal grey
O see my reflection in the gleam of steel
I am entranced by the order of cartridges
I am stymied by the efficiency of bullets
I am sick on the aphrodisiac of propulsion
I salivate for the taste of ozone
I am moved by the act of armor-piercing
I am brought to tears by flight
I am reborn by release


I want to control the loss of control
I want to pull the trigger