I heard my mother cough to show her pain,
Hidden behind the closed door again.
My father must have wept when he came
To have made such a sensitive boy.

I’ve been fighting your holy war
Ever since you took that plane.
Well, I say god bless all of the harlots
And the crack-heads blistered vein.

My boss keeps asking me to ask more questions,
And so I asked her “why?”
Then I asked her why man chose to work for food,
When it’s clear to me that he’d much rather die?
And if we’re all equal does that mean
we’re all due some luck?
And how many roads must a man walk down
Before he stops giving a fuck?

She said “Quit your yapping, get back to work!
Don’t you see you’ve got customers to serve.”

And I said, “Of course I can,
‘cause everybody is a servant to someone else.”
And she said, “stop talking now, you’re boring me,
don’t you see that you’re just the help?”

I woke up in a strange bed one Sunday morning,
With a woman I did not love on my left hand side.
She looked at me as if she’d seen a ghost when she woke,
And screamed when she saw the horse head on my right.

She said her name was Lady Luck, and that I should leave.
So I collected my stuff feeling slightly relieved.
She was spread eagle, spread out and spread bare,
And I was spread thin over the days and months that would proceed…

And she said, “Don’t you see? If you think about it
there’s one start one chance and one end.”
And I said, “Don’t talk to me, ‘cause there can be
A thousand if I pretend.”

Tom Waits came to me in a dream
With a swordfish stuck in the middle of his chest.
He poured me a glass of rum and pondered, “What’s the point?
You’re doomed to die, however hard you try your best.”

And you said the same thing when you left me,
When you took my devotion and my drive.
Well, you left the starving boy where you hung your coat.
I’ll take that back down now if you don’t mind.

But I understand, ‘cause if you’re not sure where
then you are then you should move.
And now that I am not, I think that I shall do some moving too.
‘Cause if you think about it, everybody is a servant to someone else,
And if you say you’re not, well I suppose that means you’re a servant to yourself.