Tuesday, February 06, 1990

Kind Eyes Blues

Kind Eyes Blues

V1
It was six thousand years ago,
Or maybe it was mo’,
They dragged you in from the free and the wild
And made you their own ho’.
C1
You ain’t an ass.
You ain’t a hoss.
You’s just a mule.
An’ that’s your loss.
V2
Hindu Kalaratr rode you.
Dionysus rode ya, too.
You took Jesus to Jerusalem
And Don Quixote to his rue.
C2
Might be a Jack.
Might be a Jinny.
Who th’ hell can tell?
Might be a Hinny.

RIDE - guitar

V3
They call you an F1 hybrid
But you ain’t no race car, kid.
Your owner uses you and rents you out
To anyone who can bid.
C3
The Taliban use you as an IED.
Iraqis do, as well.
Palestinians have done it, too.
And in every case, you get blown to Hell!
V4
The PETA folks don’t like it
When people blow you up,
But I ain’t hearin’ no complaints
When you give a deep, sweet fuck.
C4
Italians say, “Put yer money in a mule’s ass
And folks will call him ‘Sir’.”
I say, put your dick in a mule’s ass
And yer eyes will cross and yer words will slur!

RIDE – keyboard

V5
All mules they are not equal.
Pick one who has kind eyes.
I guarantee a lovely time,
A sweet zoophilic surprise.
C5
You ain’t an ass.
You ain’t a hoss.
You’s just a mule.
An’ that’s your loss.

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