at the edge of our affordable neighborhood
i riding my bike
where the lawns are no longer cut and the woods
grow deep as they like

in the beginning isn’t it good?

with the eyes in the shadows upon me
i’m of ambivalent mind
adoring authorities are horrified
in spite of no bites

in the beginning isn’t it good?
i hate the ending—i hate the middle too

my blessing bothers me even now
my blessings all defy believin’ (now)

you take all the ugly animals far away
so sick at the sight
you lock ‘em up and you leave ‘em banging the cage
no longer a fright!

oh no what do i do? i’m stuck
stuck on the thought of you
oh my sense is meaningless

oh no what do i do? i’m stuck
stuck on the thought of you
all my sense assembles lies
all my sense assembles lies

i won’t run and hide
when you come for me
i won’t even bite
i’ll tranquilly take to my cage

it’s alright now oh
so stop pretendin’ oh
it’s alright now oh
just stop