Gutter Preach
It's gotten to be a dirty little world, baby,
You lose if you ain't dirty too, if you know what I mean.
So get out there and join that ratting race, baby,
'Though the pickings are getting kinda lean.

It's gotten to be a tired little stomping ground, baby,
And there don't seem to be much left here to do
Than to screw around with someone else's mate -
'Cause you know there's someone out there
Doing all that they can
 To do the same fucking thing to you.

It's a dog eat dog world here, baby,
And even the sheep are getting bold.
The lambs have started fucking with the lions,
And it's the wolves that lead the fold.

The only way to get ahead these days, baby,
Is to give some, so let's see you on your knees.
'Cause if you're tired of fighting the stream. baby,
Then get you to your bed, or find some way everyone to please.

The Seven Deadly Virtues may no longer be enough, baby,
To help you see it through.
But Jesus saves, he still saves, baby,
But you've got to spend at least some part of you.

It's a dog eat dog world, baby,
Where even the sheep are getting bold.
Where the lambs try to fuck up the lions,
And the wolves are swallowing the fold.

Cliff Lake
10/20/'95 

Someone's Wife, Someone's Mother

So sweetly convincing, she subtly connives.
In the midst of her mincing, she levers their lives.
Her webs softly silken, their dreams are her prey.
And she weaves a deep darkness as she strangles their say.

Queen of a house,
She wields God as her spear.
She's Queen all alone,
Husband's no King here.
She's all she needs,
She's whom to please,
And you get the chance to live on your knees.

She'll do as she will, no one can oppose her.
And try as you will, no deed can depose her.
For should she be crossed within her halls,
She'll just hand her husband back his balls.

Queen of a house,
She wields God as her spear.
She's Queen all alone,
Husband's no King here.
She's all she needs,
She's whom to please,
And you get the chance to live on your knees.

Cliff Lake
5/16/'94

Anger

In soiled cities and greasy towns -
Broken promises are passed around,
Or sold as an education
To any with less information.
And the Elders there accept the gold,
Yet faulted glitters once left them cold.
They walk with steeled averted gazes
Through streets filled with starved faces.
Now empty, aching, walking corpses,
They've accepted their emotion's rigor mortis.

The American Dream - it's banners furled,
Is only one part of a dying world.
And money bloodied in drugs and violence
Cannot fill the angry silence
Of skies and water now turned brown
By people who've turned their vision down.
Whom attempt self - healing with fancy cars,
And bigger, cleaner, expensive bars.
And get their dirty hands in off  the street,
Where the others are, with naught to eat.

This is the world I have to roam,
This bleeding place, this gutted home.
Increase the concrete! Tear down the green!
Then rape some brains 'til they're scrubbed clean!
Leave me wandering in frustration -
And name me this world's population.
But one thing you won't catch me doing,
Is your eternal ,blackened, unlovely screwing.
Rich man do not pity me...
I'm glad I'm not you -
I'm free.

Cliff Lake
6/12/'94

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