Counterattacks - Dick Valentine

Ahhhhhhhhhh

The child will grow up

To commit unspeakable acts

Like pushing random strangers

Into the subway tracks

I love you is just a statement

That self retracts

Life is just a series

Of counterattacks

I wish you

Could see me here

If my aim is true

The end is near

Oh the end is near

And it’s alright

My feet are on the ground

The end is here

My hair is white

And it feels like a let down

Ahhhhhhhhhhh