True story lyrics

they found him walking along the freeway

all red in

front

he had taken a rusty tin can

and cut off his sexual

machinery

as if to say --

see what you've done to

me? you might as well have the

rest.

and he put part of him

in one pocket and

part of him in

another

and that's how they found him,

walking

along.

they gave him over to the

doctors

who tried to sew the parts

back

on

but the parts were

quite contented

the way they

were.

I think sometimes of all of the good

ass

turned over to the

monsters of the

world.

maybe it was his protest against

this or

his protest

against

everything.

a one man

Freedom March

that never squeezed in

between

the concert reviews and the

baseball

scores.

God, or somebody,

bless

him.

• Artist:Charles Bukowski