Fatman
1991-01-13
Fatman rules the world, Fatman owns my house, Fatman got the mortgage papers Fatman's not my grandfather.
He's got no beard, he's got no hair, his mouth is soft and wet.Everybody works for Fatman, he's got your punchcard on database Fatman's not the President, even he works for him.
Fatman doesn't get elected. Fatman lives at the beach.
He looks ridiculous in Arnette glasses, but nobody says anything.
Even he complains when the oil slick washes ashore,
Then he goes back inside to check his Texaco stock.
We're only children too young to drink.
Drunken in the night, but I'd really like to know just who gave you the right to send us to die so far from our their eyes.
I was watching TV just the other day, and I wondered, just who has the right, to send anyone kid to fight so far from his mother's side.
We're only children, but we know what's right.
Got to stop listening To leaders, got to follow follow ourselves, The whole world wide.
There's always a fat man on a hill, gonna send us somewhere someday, you're a soldier now, a man, but he don't understand.
Dear Susie,
Though you're far away, I still hear your voice. There's no oxygen, and the moon is somehow darker than it should be, but your voice lingers among the grey sullen boulders and yielding soft crumbling craters that dot the surface of this desolate little speck.
Perhaps I'll leave next week, when the shuttle comes again.
Every morning reveals another fortune, the stones here are filled, so precious metals, filled with fantastic alloys of every grade.
But every morning's another hell, like Dante's inner circle, hell at its deepest is cold and small and lonely, like this place.
But it is warm in here, and the quiet is nice, maybe I'll stay another month.