"Mansion on the Moon"
(vonHummer)
If ever I can scrape the money together, pay what I owe you,
him, them, and her, I’m gonna move out,
leave everything behind me: keep it, sell it, throw it away
I won’t care, and if you remember I was ever there
and you wonder how I’m doin’,
drop me a line straight up in the air
to the Mansion on the Moon…
As soon as someone inside upstairs okays it,
gives me the nod, eh, I’ll drop my tools
and vanish in a cloud of overdraft fees:
stiff ‘em, pay em, write ‘em all off
I won’t care, and if you should notice I’m no longer there,
and you’d like to know what’s doin’,
shout in the night on a midnight clear
to the Mansion on the Moon…
Surely you’ve heard of the Mansion on the Moon?
Bequeathed by Jesus in no beatitude to the losers
and shakers of an empty horn of plenty,
delivered by Life, postage due...
Blessed are we with fuck all,
Fuck you and you and you:
I’m leaving for my Mansion on the Moon…
If ever I can ascertain my life’s purpose has finally played out,
I’ll fade away, I’ll catch the last bus (and for once I won’t miss it):
board it, ride it, feet up, okay
I won’t care, and if you should notice no bystander there
on the way from rags to ruin,
Eat, drink, and make sweet love by glare of
the Mansion on the Moon...