Ronny

Ronnie there sucks the sun
Finds his sugar gun
On his random knees or something
Understand he is not as we are
Made of salt in the shape of birds
How he shimmers

There he sits by the waterline
Cement and jewels
And his crimson robes of splendour
Days have passed without incident
Down the pyramid
There is nothing else to see

And you know what they say

Nothing real's ever lost
Throw the thing away

Every night hereafter
Coiled up in his dressing gown
With his broken teeth
And the dirty water in the kitchen

What it is he is paralysed
He is sanctified by the god
Of nails and splinters
Certainly knows his way around
At this murder scene
Hid the bloody shells in the outhouse
Chastity and insomnia are a lousy mix
His nights are long

And you know what they say

Nothing real's ever lost
Throw the thing away

Every night hereafter

And so he's safe there where
He's doing fine now
He's a piece of work
What else can you say now?
The water's deep, the water's blue
And his young wife is smiling
The sun is warm
His crimes are paid for
Or you would think so