You can call it what you want but i don't know,

why the things in your garden, why they grow,

you can call me if you want,

but i don't know if i'll pick up the phone

I cut that photo from a marxist magazine,

and i took my pens and added yellow, blue and green,

i wish there was an easy way to make this photo,

just a bit more interesting, interesting, interesting

This week goes by much too, much too quick,

i thought examples would let some of my ideas stick,

but (like my idols) it's been written with love,

and it's been sealed with a kick, sealed with a kick

Monday morning won't let me go back to sleep,

telling me what i can and cannot believe,

maybe a handgun will be my last chance,

to make that existential leap