Tytuł: Suppertime

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   An embarrassment of riches
  up ahead between the ditches
  steady on
  pails of blue grass beads and baubles
  in the toilets of the supermodels
  steady on
  watch what you wish for
  as someone else pollutes it
  some see the rarest bird
  and hunt it down and shoot it
  
  let me lose so beautifully
  let me lick the dew from the money tree
  have the moms of world all care about me
  at suppertime
  
  the road to wreckage stretches west
  from survival to excess
  and beyond
  from magic beans and golden eggs
  to swollen livers and tired legs
  trammel on
  the breakfast of failures
  is an unexacting list
  subtract oppurtunity
  you can mix it up with your fists
  
  let me lose so beautifully
  let me lick the dew from the money tree
  have the moms of world all care about me
  at suppertime
  
  let me feel what it's like to have it
  let me battle all of your rich man's habits
  let me cry down the front of a smoking jacket
  after suppertime
  
  let me stand hypnotized by what I'm doing
  smell the orchids by the road to ruin
  when the heirs are asleep and we think about screwing
  after suppertime