perpetrating counter-culture she is walking through the park 
first light ugly and more muscular than the dark 
pushing poems at the urban silence 
drawing portraits of the passers-by 
sitting on the curb 
combining traffic sounds 
getting dirty looks and dirty jeans 
on the dirty ground 
she says I can't figure out what kind of life this is 
comedy or tragedy I just know it's show biz 
and what if I don't agree 
with the lines I have to read 
they don't pay me enough 
the way I see it 
 
freedom and democracy 
that's the word from washington every day 
the americat's asleep 
with warm milk and cliches 
and people are expendable along the way 
your dollar is dependable 
what more can we say 
would you like some dog coffee 
it's all that we've got 
you can have some 
you can have not 
would you like some dog coffee 
it's all that we've got 
we're taking care of big business 
and meanwhile some of the beans rot