SOUP

(music: Peter Robinson/Stool)

Under coffee table praises

Of life’s rich graces

Sabotage was taking shape

Sabotage for sabotage sake

Are the planets aligned in a nasty fashion?

Can science explain every little action?

Fate and Freud conspiracy alliance

Fuckin’ me up (and every household appliance)

Talkin’ fate

Freud

Fate

Freud

After close examination

And lengthy rumination

Sabotage was taking shape

Sabotage for sabotage sake

Has every breath been somehow predetermined?

Have the gods labelled me, “Undeserving Irving”?

Life is a lark and fate and Freud don’t exist

But when it’s fucked up, they do – and they’re the shits

I’m talkin’ fate

Freud

Fate

Freud

How many body fluids in the soup?

You put it to the man, you put it in the soup

How many body fluids in the soup?

You put it to the man, you put it in the soup

Etc.