LYRICS : I Miss The Zoo

I miss the drunk 

I miss the fiend 

I miss the simplicity of addiction 

And the scene

I miss wandering aimlessly 

In half-dead sewers with rats for eyes 

Chewing on forgiveness 

And the will to apologize

I miss the return of no return 

As I burn in avalanches

Of white snow and yellow cocaine 

I miss talking to brick walls

While following the grain 

And human dolls as I plagiarize myself like a dummy

Stuffed with counterfeit money 

For Cairo and black honey

I miss illusions begging to be chased 

Even as they disappear into me (erased)

Until there is no one or nothing but the chase 

And a powdery ghost with no face 

(Or faith)

And the woman of my dreams disappearing without grace 

I miss the zoo (x3)

I miss evolving into a cloud 

Of blue marijuana blown from the lips 

Of hookers and pimps 

As they shake each other down 

In alleys for the dammed but mighty 

With no one but the weak around

And the beautiful unsightly 

I miss numb Neanderthals marching

In rows of living dead 

From my wisdom teeth to Spain and back again (in my head)

I miss salvation in syringes and angels of mercy 

In blooms of smoke numbing rain

Which drinks when thirsty

I miss glasses full of spirits 

Who without tongues speak to me of Napoleon’s wild nights 

I miss staying up for days and becoming a psychic pretzel

Flying kites

Chewed on by a Zulu heading with toads to Mars 

A mysterious prison

And one without bars

(at least those kind of bars) 

I miss the zoo (x3)

I miss waking in the arms of strangers 

Like puppies just born in the pound to a dead mother with eyes sealed shut 

Looking for a tit to suck 

And other dangers 

When the night before laughter was our only pursuit

Even as knives carved up our backs 

And demons sat like Buddhas eating fruit

Meditating on hate forever in our minds 

I miss exposing even my bones 

And the need that rewinds

Even my burning home 

Even my gutted inner child 

Even my dead grandfather 

Beneath the ground that's wild

Even my criminal family 

Even my weed whacker thoughts 

Whipping a thin plastic string

To cut the ears off others 

As I sing

I miss van Gogh's revenge

I miss his nightly binge 

I miss spiders surrounding my bed 

And lifting me as if an effigy 

Or a dead king 

A prophet of doom 

A Jesus for the apocalypse 

Wearing dirt like perfume

Or a mother for Satan 

Or ghost for all the children of abuse 

Taking me into the fire 

Watching me burn 

Like a goose

As they sing 

In spider voices 

There goes creation 

There goes the moon 

There goes the butterfly

Wanting a cocoon

I miss being a bloom 

And a goon

Waking up too soon in the afternoon

A doctor of regret 

Hanging onto guitar strings in tune

And hanging by a belt 

Wrapped around some pipe to nowhere and felt

My lips, too, wrapped around 

What appears to be stained glass

As religious figures dress like rocks with class 

Burn into gas

To the center of my brain 

The euphoria of dying and being born all at once 

While wearing the hat that reads “dunce”

I miss the zoo (x3)