Mr. Kirby from Catholic Guilt by Rory Strong

He said, “Take two in the morning, you’ll feel better. It’ll be good for your health.”
I said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Kirby, but you’ve got my confused with someone else.”
And Amanda’s at the airport, and she’s asking me for answers.
But me, I’m too consumed with myself.

And not thirty minutes later I felt freaky, I felt cooked to the bone.
I said, “I’m sorry about the volume. I’s just looking for a better tone.”
And now Susan’s all accusing me of acting anti-social.
But me, I’m happier on my own.

I’m happier on my own in the nighttime.
Going home, I’ve been getting unsightly.
You said, “Are you alone?”
I said, “I might be.”
You said, “Are you alone?”
I said, “I might be.”

He said, “Skip ‘em for three months, you’ll feel stranger, you’ll feel fucked by your self.”
I said, “It’s funny, Mr. Kirby, but you love me better than anyone else.”
And now everyone’s ecstatic ‘cause I’m coming home for Christmas.
But me, I’ve got some bad news to tell.

And those thirty minute bedchecks kept me lucid but I’ve been lightly impaired.
And I fashioned myself a shield that I cut up from a kitchen chair.
And now Susan’s hitting snooze again. All these dogs are on the loose again
where all these colors fade in the air.

The color’s fade in the air in the nighttime.
Cutting my hair, I’ve been getting unsightly.
I said, “Are you there?”
You said, “I might be.”
I said, “God, are You there?”
You said, “I might be.”

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