You Had Your Chance

You had your chance, to change your mind. So some will say "Look at the baby pout." "Poor baby, can't take it." and what do you do when the only thing left to live for, is spite. But then Eddie says "I'm still alive." and the other guy doesn't want to come down from his cloud and I say "Yea man." and I say "Yea." Kurt, does it have to end like this A prison rape and a judas kiss? And then Beatrice says, "You always end with a jade's trick. I know you of old." Lo and behold I see a jade's constellation in my big prairie sky. and next to it, a great dollar sign and this slogan flashes in gawdy neon

JADED WORLD BEWARE

Perhaps there are aliens in Wyoming headed for Venus, but took a wrong turn Perhaps they sit in Denny's like me sip coffee and write about what it feels like here trapped by corporate America trapped by the mighty dollar "Don't talk to me, unless you have money."

and Bjork says, "There's more to life than this." and I want to believe her I don't want to do this for money I want to do it for me I know it's wrong, but what can I do?

So what happens in the last half-hour when all the people are screaming for power when we all die at Armageddon when the last foe is conquered and he is DEATH Are we reborn? Is there an infinity of freedom Like to think so I'd like to think so

But in the meantime, let's bicker about whether He is one or three and decide whether we should use words like trinity. So bang and blame the cycle continues, ruthless alacrity Once upon a time

I could love you and so it comes full circle and once again it's you making me weak when I want to be free giving me coffee when I asked for tea If you don't need this, another kiss I'll withdraw - a broken heart is nothing at all.

So bring me to Eden in a turtleneck sleeve And wash me all gently, I'll stay till you leave And whisper forever in my twice-pierced ear I'll leave you now my darling and dear I remember the sunset and top down below And the colors of autumn and the peace of the snow And I'll drive to Valhalla, maybe next June And send you a postcard, and phone from the moon And when I'm all done hurting, to see if I feel I'll call up your agent, and cut a fat deal Hope for the better, and pray for the worse And leave this place in a big fat fucking white hearse They say what they'll say They pray how they'll pray But I had my chance, to change my mind and I never did.