i had no clue

there was a floor above the basement blues

which could be walked on with a pair of new shoes

and a communication gap in the evening news

which aired our dirty laundry on national tv

where there always remained the possibility

of someone being honest with the latest story;

the drums of August sounded fine

when i swallowed my last drop of red wine

sitting at the white house table to dine

wearing a pair of old sneakers and a fancy French hat;

i heard the quarrel between the cat and the rat

but i kept trying to ignore that;

i hit my head on a stone wall until it bled

waiting to be with you and be fed;

i guess it wasn't only what i said,

it was what i didn't do

when i was without you

and the waiter delivered his tray of Super Glue

which sealed my lips

so my hips 

shook like a down dog

and i sank like a heavy log

so low i fell to the cellar floor

my clean jeans tore

i couldn't see my hands in front of my face

i rested my case

there didn't seem to be a way out of there

i took off my underwear

and played with myself

maybe there was a Dostoevsky book on a nearby shelf

i had no clue.