Ronny

Ronny there sucks the sun up
 Fires the sugar-gun
 Yeah, his random needs are 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 splendor
 Days have passed without incident
 Down the pyramids there is nothing else to see
 And you know what they say: Nothing real's ever lost
 Throw thing away every night hereafter...
 Coiling up in his dressing gown
 With his broken teeth and the dirty water in the kitchen
 What it is: He is paralyzed
 He is sanctified by the god of nails and splinters,
 Certainly knows his way around at this murder scene
 (Hid the bloody shovels 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 we say farewell
 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)
 Ronny
 Ronny