Our William Tell

Bitter-tounged and strung out
I try to keep my lunch down
Yellow pads and needles
My hell is other people
Here we see that nature
is such a ruthless teacher
nothing’s accidental
and you’re already spent
We played our William Tell
soaked in gin with benzedrine
I never shot so well
And they believed me
Semi-automatic
so lurid and traumatic
for my preservation
I’ll write it down again
We played our William Tell
soaked in gin with benzedrine
I never shot so well
And they believed me
You’re always slouching, Joan,
and where’s the child gone to now?
He’d rather be alone
than see the bloodstain on your brow
The Federales play
a round of blackjack with my change
The suits don’t steer the game,
but they believed me, didn’t they?