Oh Octopus and Lobstertails,
I hate myself again.


How many nights has it been?
Unable to sleep at the white ceiling.

Ostrich feathers an leopard skins,
I wish I didn't hat myself again.

I thought I was done with this.
Thinking about all my failures.

But there's nobody to blame but the cold darkness,
and that's so far away and alien in its distance,
that it's easier to just blame myself.
And now I see that I caused everything
from that bombing in Calcutta last week
to the flood in Bolivia next spring.

Who needs self pity when you've got self hate?
Oh Octopus and lobstertails,
Oh Ostrich Feathers and Leopard skins,

In the end, nobody wins.