ANGEL-HIP: Ah but what have you done Sweetface
I hear you're a nuisance to the grave
Hear you dangle your bones like relics
Hear you flip them in the foggy grates
Getting all kinds of kicks
Sweetface get with it lest
Your flesh sags you absurdANGEL-POT: Yeah you
Down there in them foggy grates what have you done
Look at you bugging the alleycats with your haunt
Look at you a hug of bones in the soot
In the fallen coins and plasterANGEL-COOL: O sweetface our sweetface what are you angel of
What are you doing there down there
In that draggy place You
With all eternity to goofSWEETFACE: I'm making it man
(b) And a monkWho is Ratface ordained
By some cornball angelRATFACE: You want to know Sweetface's real name
It's Yaaaah Flunky Yaaaah
Sure I killed him bit his ass
I say Down with Yaaaah alias SweetfaceKnow me know that I dig stars
And with me music is everything
And all the other rhythms false Mars
Looks down at me too He too I will screw
But first let me tell you
There is a description in such things as
Barjazz All alone Undyingness Pursuit
Especially by the jazz Yaaaah was made to live
With an emergency of charity an extra suit
The charity he never had to give
And that recessive jazz that midnight mass
Where he raped your mothers with bibles
And slid your brothers like organ farts
Wailing Oratorio Oratoria Oratorius
O let me tell you
Yaaaah never really swung
