N.o. - Remastered

This is not New Orleans, no party in my head
I want to take a bottle from the barroom to my bed
I want to know the flavor, feel the stinging on my tongue
See the scattered dumbness of another evening left undone

This is not poetry, this is depravity
This is an outrage, this is unsavory
I am escaping my home trappings
It takes an old man to bend a sapling

Do not wait, do not ponder
Goes on here, goes on up yonder
Ghastly mask, shape undone
A human pile of hair and come

This wicked man has become unwise
A silhouette between her thighs
We are now going, we are not growing
Anymore, anymore

So wipe your mouth, the bottle's empty
Urinate upon the tree
Into the lake, you threw the house key
Your mistake, their morality

Sleeps with the fishes, dirty dishes
There lays the vessel on its side
Sleeps with the fishes, dirty dishes
There lays the vessel on its side



Credits
Writer(s): Wagner
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