1992-08 – Bad Etiquette (cassette)
Harvey Dog (words), John Battaglia (music)
Lyrics
I touch the loneliness
with my fingertips,
talk is talk and alone
with my thoughts
I dream of happiness
so close, yet so far away,
and the damage, yes, the
damage is done.
I sit in the corner
praying for a smoke,
a nicotine surprise,
a surprise I can
call my own
before I die like a
lamb in the field,
surrounded by weasels
with teeth sharpened
and honed.