WHY? - Jonathan's Hope Lyrics
When I got better from the mumpsYes, my swollen nut and neck shrunkBut, though subtle, I can smell distinctlySome sick and swollen stink, still to this day stays with meAnd irked as some dumb tart from IllinoisIn a shirt that says "I heart Michigan boys"But it's oy, still steel as a goy's gutOh so concealed in the crease butSlow pitching like a Vatican priest to be Pope -- what?Dope. So every morning wake up with hopeAnd at night fall asleep at the end of your ropeAlone pretending to copeAs ill as I am, I amBut with all that's well I'll yellGood god, what the hell, what the *****A white dove on the hood of a two-ton truckIt took me 30 years to learn my patternsJust for shit to turn weird in my return to SaturnI feel the freezing creep of greedy sleep sneaking in againI'm danglingOh I don't have to pull a shitty fortune from dessertLike the piss poor son of a serf to know what I'm worthI know what I'm deserved ofA freaking dirty dove deadAnd a bag of bread from a sellout clubBut will you spell out love in the lashes life serves up?Or am I just a red bump in the rash of cash worship?Lord. Huh? Whats up?As ill as I am, I amBut with all that's well I'll yellGood god, what the hell, what the *****A white dove on the hood of a two-ton truckBrief is the life of that birdWho brings your secrets, your deepest beefs and desiresThrough it's beak in a minor squeak to be heardIts meaning complete no need for wordsIt might not last more than a weekAnd if this my final trip it beLord take me quick, let me see yeAnd please heed the needs of my familyAs ill as I am, I amBut with all that's well I'll yellGood god, what the hell, what the *****A white dove on the hood of a two-ton truckWith mangled fingers I play it and say itPlain in my octaves with all that I've gotAnd for all that I'll not haveAnd cursing back to the big bang in slang they sangAs ill as I am, I amBut with all that's well I'll yellGood god, what the hell, what the *****A white dove on the hood of a two-ton truck
