| Gaudy Falsetto |
|---|
| We were the talk of the family |
| We were so much thicker than blood |
| I was a cog in the factory before I was an epileptic’s rug |
| And it’s true that I fingered you like a brilliant guitar with dirty strings |
| And bitter wires connected your lips to upper things |
| We were the talk of the family |
| You ran all hectic in my blood |
| You asked about the factory |
| I said I watched you bite your thumb |
| I did not have the faculty |
| To sing songs of our fun |
| I walk through the melody |
| In a gaudy falsetto |
