SONG: Pure as Mud

 You can't swap bodies with a younger man

It's fine if he's middle aged

You never listened

To the doctor's witt'rings

About your rusty cage

 

You got new hands from Milan and France

To pray to god and sew

Are the gloves and hats

Made by your hands?

And do you feel it when it's cold

 

You eyes are there, fixed in stare

With a hundred other gazed at you

You can't see that

You're the Monster's cat

You don't blink as much as you should

 

You got new feet from Olympia

And some lips left for the talking

You can kick and sway

Say what you say

But your leg's ain't up for walking

 

You only go two things left of you

And they don't mean that much

Your heart's in the way

Your mind just the same

In cages, you can't touch

 

What's the need of your Picasso feature

When you just wait for your grave

You pure as mud

and thick as blood

That wont run through your veins