Franklin Benedict

Roasting peppers in the backyard
The sun’s eclipse begins to lean and mask your unitard
And all convention lends a hand to understanding
Why a spade’s a spade and I’m the goose
You cooked until my skin grew hard
You started elongating all your words
And imitating some intelligent guy you once heard
Donating knowledge to the bank of what the hell will he be doing
This time next year if his assets don’t begin to swell
And you see that I’ve been falling
And you see what I’ve been through
And you see that I’ve been calling
For better or worse, I’m calling for you
I caught you framing Franklin Benedict
And twice reversing all the first class stamps that we once licked
Of token soldiers holding hands with all the dead civilians
Stop taking chances with the ammunition in your pants
Turn your face as you get in the car
Embrace the power marching through your vicious jugular
And I’m not saying that I would but I just might become
The only foreign heart to say 'my dear you are my only vice'
And you see that I’ve been falling
And you see what I’ve been through
And you see that I’ve been calling
For better or worse, I’m calling for you