Pound of Flesh

If you’re never sorry
Then you can’t be forgiven
If you’re not forgiven
Then you can’t be forgotten
If you’re not forgotten
Then you can live forever
If you live forever
Then you’ll begin to dream
Of death, death, death, death
Death…
Ezra Pound sat upon my bed
Asked me which books as of late I’ve read
Ezra Pound sat upon my bed
Asked me which books as of late I’ve read
Asked me if I’ve, uh, read his own
And whether I could spare a pound
Of flesh to cover his bare bones
I says, «Man, take a pound, take two
What’s a pound of flesh between
Friends like me and you?
What’s a pound of flesh among friends?
What’s a pound of flesh among friends?»
But if you’re never sorry
If you’re never sorry
If you’re never sorry
Then you can’t be forgiven
If you’re not forgiven
Then you can’t be forgotten
If you’re not forgotten
Then you must live forever
If you live forever
You cannot be reborn
If you’re not reborn then
You can’t be a baby
If you’re not a baby
You can’t learn how to crawl
If you cannot crawl away
Then you must stay in bed all day
If you stay in bed all day
You’re sure to have some visitors
Ezra Pound will sit upon your bed
Ask you which books as of late you’ve read
Ask you if you’ve, uh, read his own
And whether you could spare a pound
Of flesh to cover his bare bones
You’ll say, «Man, take a pound, take two
What’s a pound of flesh between
Friends like me and you?
What’s a pound of flesh among friends?
What’s a pound of flesh among friends?
What’s a pound of flesh among friends?»