/Letters Of Complaint

1:30: a woman shoots her husband
2:15: the police arrive
3:30: they find a corpse laid on the couch
and take their leave at 3:35

5:30: the sun is nearly rising
by 6 it's risen and it's overhead
beneath it, suburbs become your cancer
expanding, wasted and dead

why don't you kill yourself and all your childeren?
if you don't do it, who will then?
why don't you kill yourself and do it in style?
everybody wants to see a corpse with a smile!
you have a mandate

out by the river, a five story penis
fucking the sky from below
the pavement is cracking under vacuous teenagers
losers with nowhere to go

up in your nest, you're the lord mayor of all you survey
and half of that is on fire
screw them all over, go somewhere with taste
let's face it, the revenue has gotta be higher

why don't you kill yourself and all your childeren?
if you don't do it, who will then?
why don't you kill yourself and do it in style?
everybody wants to see a corpse with a smile!
you have a mandate

do magic baby!
do your magic!!

hour by hour, your arteries are hardening
your dentist says your brushing technique is bad
today tonight keeps telling you your hair product will kill you
run around the corner!
mutilate your dad!
all your children!

why don't you kill yourself and all your childeren?
if you don't do it, who will then?
why don't you kill yourself and do it in style?
everybody wants to see a corpse with a smile!
you have a mandate
why don't you kill yourself and all your childeren?
if you don't do it, who will then? (you have a mandate)
why don't you kill yourself and do it in style? (oh-oh)
everybody wants to see a corpse with a smile! (you have a mandate)
you have a mandate

(two man orgasmic climax using harmonica and synth knobs)