Both as a standalone and as part of the DSOTS album, you can take this lyric as read. As a matter of public record, Jourgensen's drug intake was legendary even in the 1980s. By the late 90s, in his own words, he was grappling with massive addiction issues and had lost almost everything: friends, spouse, money and had nearly died more than once. "Dark Side of the Spoon" is a both funny & sad title for an album made by a musical genius who was losing the plot; and this song is a message to his fans & friends saying he knows it. It's painful to listen to so I'm glad the "Keith Richards of industrial metals" wised up and cleaned up. Well done sir.
I've earned myself an impossible crime
I have to paint myself a hole and fall inside
and if it's far enough in sight and rhyme
I get to wear another dress and count in time
Oh won't you do me the favor man
of forgiving my
poly-morphing opinion here
on your vague outline
Find myself another burning gate
a pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate
And this is what you get for pulling pins
another hole inside the hole you're in
It's like I'm perched on the handlebars
of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab just the rushing wind...
on a rolling mind
They'll want you to decide
eventually it happens
Some gather on one side
with all their pearlys snapping
They close the basement door
that sets our teeth to chatter
You never saw it before
but now that hardly matters
You're old enough boy
too many summers you've enjoyed
So spin the wheel we'll set you up
with some odd convictions
as you're finally golden boy
It's like I'm perched on the handlebars
of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab just the rushing wind...
on a rolling mind
I have to paint myself a hole and fall inside
and if it's far enough in sight and rhyme
I get to wear another dress and count in time
Oh won't you do me the favor man
of forgiving my
poly-morphing opinion here
on your vague outline
Find myself another burning gate
a pretty face, a vague idea I can't relate
And this is what you get for pulling pins
another hole inside the hole you're in
It's like I'm perched on the handlebars
of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab just the rushing wind...
on a rolling mind
They'll want you to decide
eventually it happens
Some gather on one side
with all their pearlys snapping
They close the basement door
that sets our teeth to chatter
You never saw it before
but now that hardly matters
You're old enough boy
too many summers you've enjoyed
So spin the wheel we'll set you up
with some odd convictions
as you're finally golden boy
It's like I'm perched on the handlebars
of a blind man's bike
No straws to grab just the rushing wind...
on a rolling mind
Lyrics submitted by heyheyhey111, edited by NexusA, PapaBrain, pinkredrabbits, embiggenator
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I've earned myself an impossible crime Had to paint myself a hole and fall inside It gets far enough in sight and rhyme I get to wear another dress in counting time
Oh won't you do me the favor man Of forgiving my poly-morphing opinion here And your vague outline
Found myself another burning gate A pretty face -- a vague ideal -- I can't relate And this is what you get for pulling pins Another hole inside the hole you're in
It's like I'm perched on the handle bars of a blind man's bike No straws to grab just the rushing wind on the rolling mind
la la la da da ...
They want you to decide -- eventually it happens Some gather on one side with all their pearly snapping They close the basement door -- it sets our teeth to chatter You never saw it before -- but now that hardly matters
You're old enough boy -- too many summers you've enjoyed So spin the wheels, set you up with some odd convictions 'Cause you're finally golden boy
It's like I'm perched on the handle bars of a blind man's bike No straws to grab just the rushing wind on the rolling mind