paralysed by simeon psimian

live in the kitchen vox + piano only no fx version

and i don’t know what you mean
about the things i haven’t seen
it isn’t easy being green
when all you ever say is mean
you know i tried to keep it clean but
you were messing up my scene
you just kept acting like the teen
that got the goddamned james dean gene
and now my shine has lost it’s sheen
and my machine has grown obscene
i felt my life was growing lean
on all the facts I couldn’t glean
I sent a letter to the queen
who said she didn’t think I’d been
to all the places in my dream
where i was heard but never seen
and now i reinvent my spleen
and practice screaming like a queen
stuck in a tiny little scene
where there is barely room to preen
i just divide my time between
the new canteen and the latrine
i didn’t go to the shebeen
because i hadn’t got a bean
and now i linger on the scene
of something very far from heinous
barely culpable but venal
while i long for something penal
i’ve got gangrene of the penis
and i don’t know mars from venus
and there’s no one i can lean on
and there’s nothing i am keen on