Is That A Line? Foetus

I would rejoice the choice not to mess up the mess we're in around here
Sometimes
But I'm not gonna push no one nowhere
Leave nature to its course
Why infringe on a fringe which is precision made unkempt
I don't ask much - just being here is all I attempt
You could maybe say I'm conducting a sociological survey
I ain't ripped off or sucked in on a neater kind of holiday
Can anybody tell me, who is the grand poobah round here?
There's many people under many impressions I've wanted to know all year
A person I know is a pornographic philosopher
She's a dirty joke from one end of the town to the other
I think there must be some mistake here
She's younger than me yet older than my mother
I can't decide if this is lively or lugubrious
But I ain't gonna start facin' about it 'cos loose lips sink loose ships
Pacemakers molest loose hips
Personally I can do without it
But when the asterisk takes over is when you should worry
But never revived your process in pain 'cos who knows - in a week or two
You may wish you hadn't an' make a trip down memory lane
Now I can't decide if it's viscereal or visceral
I've heard of people who are in no hurry
People who are like a dodgy curry
Even more people who don't wanna worry, who get in a flurry
Say they're sorr, don't say they're sorry, don't you call it "corrie"?
Here comes a line!