I can see clearly now, Lorraine has gone

Catch an Ox by the tail Pass the parcel Make it scream Pin it to the wall Seems everything he did– gave me the finger: Ordering the bloodiest meat on the menu Blowing smoke in my face Taking me to a wine bar when I am not drinking Asking me questions when I cannot speak Getting hammered and falling asleep Infront of TV, hand down the front of his pants – for comfort Took credit for acts of God and disclaimed those I had composed The good news is: we are not all hedonists Some of us act without self-interest We try to see through the glass half-full of awareness To climb the mountains at the bottom of the sea And look into our own deceit Giggling Guiltless and completely free