AS OF TOMORROW WE’RE GOING STRAIGHT BACK TO THE TREE AND MEETING UP THERE Lyrics

I have lived a short life

No time to fulfil all the good I had promised mankind

Put my feet up on the table in front – yes

Put my feet up with a bang on the table in front – yes

Offend and run wild and then start all over again – yes yes yes

I've been messing up things on a regular basis

No sooner had I found a good chance to mess up than I'd mess it all up

No sooner had the opportunity to get off scot-free presented itself than I'd miss it

My madness did come within reach of God's very temple –

I would have gladly made myself a harmonica

Out of all the vaginas of the women I'd ever been with

But I'm not dirty

O if only I had a harmonica

If only the rain had sufficed and I had my harmonica

I'd be just sitting down on my bum playing it

I'd perch on the kerb and play my harmonica

Everything is just fine as long as you've got someone to clear the tables for you

Everything is just charming and sweet and like powder applied to the nose

When her nose does not shine through the powder in question

My wallet does not double as your wallet

All the same we could still share a moment of joy

And when my leg brushes against yours under the table

It will be like my tongue caressing your brains

A peculiar sound born out of their union

I used to be miserable and you rubbed baking soda into my misery

Pissed was I and ill-fated and pissed

And all set on just doing myself in

And you gave me an enema

Blood earns you nothing at all

Getting up every morning at five and going to work is what earns you all things

Wrestling with me in a cubicle is what earns you all things

Above the Kivu brothers' restaurant as I'm crooning to you

O if only I had a harmonica

If only you were part of a harmonica and you were my harmonica

I would go in for playing harmonica hand over fist

Go away someplace quiet I would and play my harmonica there

And now you are coming to me and confessing you've run out of dosh

How come you have run out of dosh? Is this then a reason for you to cease showing

respect?

Have you ever known someone to live from their loving alone?

I am the only one who's ever done such a thing

The only one who's been waiting for you

Erect and unshaven and angry

And heavily vascularized

One day I will make it to the restaurant next door

I will sit up plant myself on my knees and make it somehow to the restaurant next door

Your maniac lips will be scooping all the contents out of me

I'll be dancing my way to your liver penetrate all the way to your gall bladder

A vast peace-dance I'll make out of you

Sqeezing your frame from within holding you tightly and singing

O if only I had a harmonica

If you were but a tiny harmonica and you were my harmonica

I'd be mad keen on playing the harmonica

I'd be playing my harmonica to distraction I would