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To Every Man His Chimera Lyrics
Not you again, I thought you died
I thought you were killed on your wedding night
Not you again, hypocrite
You’ve come to ask me to kill you again, is that it?
Not you again, I’m no fool twice
I’ve heard the wolf tracking in the ice
Peel off the latex, fair-weather friend
Is that supposed to be a nose? No, not you again
Oh, Mary
Don’t weep down on me
“I don’t need a host to live”
Oh, Mary
I’m just too much to carry
Mary
Not you again, my grandmother’s Lord
Another friend like that, I can’t afford
California makes me sick
Like trying with a rattlesnake your teeth to pick
Everyone I know gossips endlessly
Everyone I know suffers just like me
Have you come back for your saddle, to squat like a hen?
Why are you even here? Not you again
Oh, Mary
Don’t weep down on me
“I don’t need a host to live”
Oh, Mary
I’m just too much to carry
Mary
The wind knocked down the chicken coop
The cat left a rat’s carcass on my front stoop
Once again, I’ve been seduced
Now it looks like my chickens have come home to roost
I thought you were killed on your wedding night
Not you again, hypocrite
You’ve come to ask me to kill you again, is that it?
Not you again, I’m no fool twice
I’ve heard the wolf tracking in the ice
Peel off the latex, fair-weather friend
Is that supposed to be a nose? No, not you again
Don’t weep down on me
“I don’t need a host to live”
Oh, Mary
I’m just too much to carry
Mary
Another friend like that, I can’t afford
California makes me sick
Like trying with a rattlesnake your teeth to pick
Everyone I know gossips endlessly
Everyone I know suffers just like me
Have you come back for your saddle, to squat like a hen?
Why are you even here? Not you again
Don’t weep down on me
“I don’t need a host to live”
Oh, Mary
I’m just too much to carry
Mary
The cat left a rat’s carcass on my front stoop
Once again, I’ve been seduced
Now it looks like my chickens have come home to roost
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same title as a Baudelaire short story about watching men carry huge burdens. Story appears in the "Paris Spleen".