Full of Life

Drunken in the kitchen
and I’m waiting for a sign from God.
An explosion, a telegram,
anything but a goddamn job.
Let the oven take the chills
and the ache from my bones.
Let the fumes paint delusions
with religious overtones.
I’m so full of life that I’m at wit’s end,
and you’ll never see me again.

I once had a vision,
a vision full of knives and eggs.
And the car in which I rocketed,
the wheels became my legs.
And I felt the true velocity,
although I’m sitting still,.
And I felt the knives and fiberglass,
crouching for the kill.
There’s no escaping collision my friends,
and you’ll never see me again.

Tears of joy, Los Angeles…
You’ve never be abandoned…
Fear and voids and handsomeness…
Steel and noise and handsomeness…

You love me, you’re lucky.
I’m the great saint that you’ve ever seen.
From the faithful to the wastrels
and all the cowards in between.
Let the faithless fill the churches,
all lizards to the teeth.
Let the fat and dull-eyed lurches,
tread heavy in the streets,
cause I’ve got no use
for family and friends,
and you’ll never see me again.