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I am not a crutchAlthough my knees are rife with woodwormAnd the mealworms I misheard for lunchAre rotting in my gutsWith a childhood of fingernailsThat ripped my throat to shredsA walk that chimes like church bellsFrom all these loose joints in my legsThese three lions that were sitting on my chestAre clawing hard into my skinAs I am gasping for my breathAnd as they each play noughts and crossesOn the scratches they have leftI have to screw up both my eyesAs it goes into sudden death.They whisper"Really all these noughts are circles holed, bereftAnd all these crosses crucifixes,Spreading guilt and sense of dread."And as we stumbled homeward up the hillTo where you used to liveThe cold makes ice upon our cheeksFrom all the tears that we have shedThese things rattle round my headSongtexteIf he hasn't blown the whistleThen it isn't quite the end.Every defeat a divorceAlthough I look surprisedIt's par for the course I guessEvery defeat a divorceAlthough I look surprisedIt's par for the course I guessAnd I don't really know nowWhat I thought I knew thenYou can lead a horse to waterBut it won't drown itselfThis one family photographAlways floats to the topLike a beaming, bloated corpseThough having been made upMy memories are sepiaBut the photograph is notAn historian is fucking with themAs deadly as garrotteWhere they're standing in the kitchenWith his arms around her waistWith no idea of what's to comeAnd a smile across your faceAnd all the fittings are the sameBut every other thing has changedMust forget everything you knowAs though your mouth and tongue estrangedSmall comforts found in ABBA GoldAnd electronic chessWhen West Clewes was my WaterlooMy most dramatic testNow I've been walking down the shortcutsAnd the alleys in the darkBecause I'm not scared of the shadowsThey're no blacker than my heartThese things rattle round my headIf he hasn't blown the whistleThen it isn't quite the end.Every defeat a divorceAlthough I look surprisedIt's par for the course I guessEvery defeat a divorceAlthough I look surprisedIt's par for the course I guessBut how could I ever refuseI feel like I lose when I loseAnd I don't really know nowWhat I thought I knew thenYou can lead a horse to waterBut it won't drown itself Aus Songtexte Mania