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Man such a man got kissed on the fist
Kissed by a hand, and touched by a mouth
On the corner of an eagle book
Wasted by another look
After half a bottle of vermouth
Just want enough of the wicked stuff
All white and wrecked, what did he expect
And when I wander secretly
On ground untouched by jealousy
Who will come to cry for me
When I am underground?
If you'd just give me back my gun
I'd be the same as anyone
When my nose can see a sound
A typical verse, a pigeon curse
Formed in jest, or something worse
A wishy-washy lady tried to seduce me
In a voice she must have thought was sexy
It was weeping with pain, it was leaking like a drain
I don't remember what I said, my voice with irritation bled
Into some fresh and ancient stain
My wound stood shaking in my head
And where did I forget to go?
What did I give up?
What did I forget to do?
And who did I forget to love?

I should have been a black man
Or someone more like who I am
I should have been an Eskimo
Red-faced from the ice and snow
A young girl showed me some respect
Her fingers warm against my neck
She melted me with courtesy
And came to me quite frequently
Before she found out I was black
She didn't ask for nothing back
And so I did not ask for much
But I got scared, and she got scared
She took away my beggar's cup
I saw her creeping down the stairs
That I was creeping up
And where did I forget to go?
What did I give up?
What did I forget to do?
And who did I forget to love?

A treasury of crusty creams
Misery, and garden greens
History, and secret scenes
Misery, and unheard groans
Come to me, at half past nine
Leave me in the wintertime
My wits are sharp, my face is clean
The basket's mine and so's the wine
Don't fear for me, I'm well and fine
I love myself, from time to time
I think of you, from time to time
In salty shades of lemon lime
I place your face in every space
Time for this sad nut to crack
You know I have a fragile spine
Do not slap me on the back
Your smile is enough
Stark naked and so full of love
I saw myself half back and blue
Rolling off the roof with you
And where did I forget to go?
What did I give up?
What did I forget to do?
And who did I forget to love?

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from Staring at the Sun (Songs 1973​-​1981), released November 15, 2005

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