LOVE AND SPECIAL THINGS

It's been a long time since I've written a song. This one pestered me the other night until I got out of bed and took 10 minutes to type out the words...

DECORATIVE MONEY

What's wrong with us?
Just decorative money.

That's all it was,
Just decorative money.


The wallpaper
Is decorative money.

We've got albums of it...
Fucking decorative money.


It's in my sinuses--
Decorative money.

I can't sing because
Of decorative money.


I shine my shoes
With decorative money.

I stand accused--
Decorative money.


What a lot of misery
The junkman comes to visit me
He brings me bags of credit
And he brings me sacks of cash.

My interest compounds dai-lily
I bank this month's fidelity
And all the shit you're selling me
Is decorative money.

And then I waltz away with it...