Black Sheep

Bop bop ba da ba
A bucking black sheep from the start
I left the hearth a pile of rocks.
I stamped and kicked warm cockles cold.
Trampled every mountain top.
I got so high I stabbed the sun.
Tore a hole the size of god.
I knocked the lights out of the moon--
she never did me any good.
She never woke to watch me break the morning.
At her wake I was right up front applauding.
I hijacked beauty from the sky
so I could snap her helpless wings.
Pushed her face down in the mud.
Tattooed her with my black ink.
I wanted to disgust her with my sordid little history
but she looked me in the eyes and said
she saw herself somewhere in me.
I said I never knew you told such pretty lies.
Last one to that grey horizon dies.
Bop bop ba da ba
I never knew you told such pretty lies.
Pretty pretty intoxicating lies.
And when we came around I let her cross that line.