Hum

The police are gonna wound me
And the minister will heal me
But I think he’ll do it equally violently
Should I ask him to?
Only one will lay claim to me
Only one will choicelessly be song
Police say no!
I cannot spare a thought S
pare thought, spare thought
Was I born a roach?
A belly-crawling grub?
Just as I suppose
I hear a holy hum of:
dust thy essence off!
you are gladly so!
you are biting none!
softest teeth i know!
its in the artist soul!
it fits there i should know!
in all your decent days!
it was in every one!
A love that isn’t waiting
On my shook soul
At the nave and at the navel
Him I know
Beenalittleleadenlately
He cant bite down on my soul
At least he eats the bread crumbs
That I throw!
Lay loose - it’s all id ever do
Forever!
God loves the aching ones H
e loves the aching ones
Police said they’d cut things off
Am I an aching one?
Its a limb that I’d like to offer
Its a limb that I’d like to lose
I dont care about fools and father
Its a limb that I’d like to lose