THE ENDS THE BEGINNING BORN KNOWING

I WAS ROLLING IN
I WAS READY
IT HAPPENED LAST FEBRUARY
OUT WITH OLD BILLY
IN THE FIRST CITY
WHERE THE DUAL MOONS ROLLED
AND WE DANCED SLOW
TILL THE COCK CROWED
WHAT THE NIGHT KNOWS.
BUT I COULD NOT GAIN THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE NIGHT.
 
(THE ENDS THE BEGINNING BORN KNOWING).
 
SAW THE SEPULCHRE
BATHED IN LAMBS BLOOD
SOLD MY CLEAN CLOTHES
BOUGHT A NOTE BOOK
SKETCHED SENSATIONS
FROM CAR WINDOWS
FELL LIKE JERICHO
STAINED GLASS DANCE FLOOR.
THE LAST OF THE STAINED GLASS ENTHUSIASTS.
 
(THE ENDS THE BEGINNING BORN KNOWING)
 
OH, WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I WS BORN?
BORN ON FIRE, WET FROM CRYING.
DRANK UNTIL I HIT THE FLOOR.
CRIED BY THE WAILING WALL.
 
SPENT THE SUMMER
LOST IN RIGA
FORTUNE TELLERS
DRESSED AS PHOEBUS
I FOUND BUDDHA
ON A BLACK HILL
JUDGING PEOPLE
DROWNED IN RED BULL.
AND THE RADIO PLAYED
‘THEME TIME RADIO HOUR’
BUT I COULDN’T SLEEP
‘NEATH THE BELL TOWER.
AND THE BELLS WENT ‘DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG’
 
(THE ENDS THE BEGINNING BORN KNOWING)
 
OH, WHERE WERE YOU…