by Eric Chaet
I’ve got fleas where I can’t mention
& they haven’t got humane intentions
fleas from my waist down to my toes
& they’re sending their astronauts up into my nose—
I’ve got fleas moving out into my world with me.
Mosquitoes dive-bombing where I’m standing by my road
waking me from sleeping in some forest I don’t know
where I’m dreaming my dream of stop turning to go—
parasites adapt better than anyone I know—
I’ve got mosquitoes moving out into my world with me.
I’ve got rats in the grain I’ve got stored up
rats in my government, rats in distribution
rats in education, religion, revolution—
I’ve got rats moving out into my world with me.
I’ve got tyrants who rule with iron fists
sending tanks into cities, napalming little kids
hiding behind comforts they say that we all need
I’ve got some who murder slowly & some who kill with speed—
I’ve got tyrants moving out into my world with me.
I’ve got habits, & they tie me to the past
standing, walking, babbling, simple math & game skill knacks
resenting, blaming circumstances, trying to dodge facts
howling in the manner accepted by some pack—
so much further I must go, & the road’s an unblazed path—
got to drop these habits moving out into my world with me.
As sung (slightly modified) on the 1977 vinyl LP album, Solid and Sound.
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