The World Is A Bastard

I went walking along the torrid shore
And I found it there, and I wanted more
Sliding through the sands of time
Coated with filth and waste:
A layer of rank, unnatural slime

Yet if greed is one thing I cannot see
Then I’ll hide so no one else sees me
For this cave is all that I could wish
Be it cluttered and dirty,
Filled with trash and the smell of dead fish

But to show, to brag to a passerby
Watch them smile, and then walk off with a sigh
That they could not have this shit of the Earth,
Perverted; unjust as anything possessing human worth

Still all I can ask for of life lies within
The world is a bastard — said once, said again
On this ravaged beach of American pride
By the ocean of sin
From which more and more shit rolls in at high tide