these old songs
this old blues


the horror for anyone
peeking under the hood


solve the puzzle girl
go tell it to the mountain goat


that lesbian isn't a lesbian
she's an actress


there's no fruit on the tree
within arm's reach


the rotten core aching out
the heart of the thing


these evil companies have been good to me


the science convulsive
taking deep breaths
working the bar of soup in its mouth


eyes on the ticker, alright?
the DOW cha ching
shaming all those love songs i sang