Heavy Rings Quiet Hollers

I must remember to say my name is Henry
I must remember to collect all of my things
My mentholated cigarettes, my pocketbook
My heavy rings
That keep my hands down swinging at my sides
Cause I was blunted like a stage knife
Bright, hard and jagged
Ripping open the lie like the wall of a tent
Inside you were bent all over each other
Crying "mother mother mother"
With your dirty mouth
While the counselor screwed up his brow

I woke up on a cloud, it was raining
And it looked like I’d painted myself up like a shaman
And then the officer came in
I’d survived the party at your folks’
But there had been five Bacardi cokes
And finally darkness, washing over
In a cloud of reefer smoke
The night hard and jagged
Ripping open the lie like the door of a nightclub
Where inside you were bent all over each other
Pouring something or another in your dirty mouth
While the bouncer screwed up his brow