Aghast. Faces Left Aghast.
Teeth Sparkle with the Debris of Shotgun Blasts.
You Don't Understand, I have no Hits.
Play us Picnic at the Tarpits,
Play us Picnic at the Tarpit.

Since I was 12 been Courting Disaster.
Confusion 'tween Frank Capra and Franz Kafka.
There is No Problem in Calling it Quits.
Prepare the Picnic at the Tarpits,
The Picnic at the Tarpits.

People like Spiders are Drawn to Struggling.
But the Holes in the Webs are Occupied by Nothing.
Passed down by Rodents in the Blitz.
The Rats Phleghmed Out "Picnic at the Tarpits",
The Picnic at the Tarpit.

For 10 Years been Trying to Eat a Thesaurus.
But I'm No Closer to Consoling a Stegosaurus.

(she can't hear me where she sits)

Life ain't no Picnic at the Bottom of the Tarpits.

An Unconscious Mind Produces Dreams.
But My Brain treads Plaster and Glass Wool not Solid Beams.
Left Twitching in Epileptic Fits.
A Side Effect of the Picnic at the Tarpits,
The Picnic at the Tarpit.

Cigarettes look just like Lit Flowers,
The Hippy Dream Burns up and Peace Turns Sour.
You're Breathing in the Businessman's Black Tricks.
Your Lungs have been Rendered...
The Dampest Tarpits.

But that all seems swell to me, I'd treat the scars and wrinkles as trophies. Seems i'm living at Wit's End, time has become quite hard to comprehend. But vampires find comfort in caskets so i'll make do with this tarpit.

(Preferring to occupy Paper thin Walls,
Remember me as Yellow Teeth and Red Eyeballs,
Strange Visions make something Vanish,
I Fear I may have Left Something back at the TARPIT).