A Smashing Indictment Of Character - Slim Cessna's Auto Club

There was a clang in them when they first looked on me and said the word

disgrace

If I could have spoke I would have give what for but, I ain’t the giving type

Doctors came in herds touch-feathered my spine’s curve, said the word absurd

They stood on my blindside, brutal with their words told them I should be

thinned

What they gonna do if I don’t fall?

When they brought me home they laid me in my trunk and had a grieving contest

The neighbors came to see, the door was closed too hard before they even could

knock

I kept the town awake behind my fits and quakes I heard the word mistake

They said runaway but gravity is cruel — we know I’m some kind of useless

What they gonna do if I don’t fall?

When I came of age I once again tried to speak but they all just guffawed

And when I came of age I once again tried to run, they kept up their guffaws

Vengeance ain’t yours or mine when one ain’t got a spine so stop wasting my time

So in remembrance of me put death in it’s place make good use of your temper