| Don't You |
|---|
| Dirty fingernails by the balcony rail |
| And my lovely, you are so frail |
| Cigarette ends all of my friends departed |
| Empty ashtray of cigarette ends |
| And don’t you ever be what they want you to be |
| And don’t you ever be |
| Dung and ditches and illness in muddy places |
| After which, what forgiveness |
| Into the ear of Death I cast all my regret |
| Into the dirty ear of Death |
| And don’t you ever be what they want you to be |
| And don’t you ever be |
| And don’t you ever be what they want you to be |
| And don’t you ever be |
