I ate my heart out

On nickels and dimes

Now rain don’t rust me much

I itched the scales off

Of red swollen eyes

And found the shallow plunge

Lord, if I ever yearn again

I don’t give a noble care

I think it’s dead and gone again

I don’t give a noble care

You know it’s broken

The engine won’t whine

Oats have all lost their crunch

And the bowl will sit

In the sick-sauced sink

Can’t feel enough to touch

Lord, if I ever yearn again

I don’t give a noble care

I think it’s dead and gone again

I don’t give a noble care

There’s no paint that black

So they’ll never see

The pages of the stains

From cross-eyed twits

From goat-faced dreamers

From the had and the held

Lord, if I ever year again

I don’t give a noble care

I think it’s dead and done again

I don’t give a noble care