I got a few big yellow books with my dreams in
Got a bag, got A4 paper, a pencil with a light
I remembered,
when I'm still a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got fourteen days of shit on the schedule to choose from
I got electric light,
And I got second sight,
Got amazing powers of observation.
All down the front of my favorite shirt
I got ink stains on my fingers
I got a golded future in a dream.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
Got a damned brush to splash my canvas
I've got wild, staring eyes.
And I got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to... fly to...
