jay's a wreck, it seems.
first thing in the morning,
smokes a cigarette and reads marxist ideology
and goes to work at nine.
hates every minute of it.
hates every minute of it.
hates every minute of it.
says it's a waste of time.
jay's up late at night.
he's deconstructing history.
the blueprints of the wreck,
the bunker archaeology.
and underneath the fields,
the axis and the allies.
and all the frozen faces,
the empty shells and cases,
the germans and the british.
jay's a wreck, it seems.
his family tries to keep him clean.
jay's a wreck, it seems.
his family tries so hard to keep him clean.
they make him go to church
and stay away from bad things.
jay's a wreck, it seems.
and his family tries so hard to keep him clean.
jay's up late at night.
he's plotting the trajectories.
the bombs have errant flights.
they're detonating in the yard.
it's hard to fall asleep
with the enemy approaching,
when the army tanks are rolling,
when the city's in explosion,
with the distant sirens scream.
jay's a wreck, it seems.
his family tries to keep him clean.
jay's a wreck, it seems.
and his family tries so hard to keep him clean.
they make him go to church
and stay away from bad things.
jay's a wreck, it seems.
and his family tries so hard to keep him clean.
