The Creator Ravages

I feel my body, is that healthy? Can you help me? I don't know. It's a long way to heaven, for heavens sakes be kind. Say your filthy like this city like this country, gone awry. I'm an ashtray on a bad day, that's what they say.

Our mayor is trying to change. His good wife is all that remains. And I keep dividing up my brain. And I keep on driving.