mr. clean is mad at me
as i stand in front
of a fence covered
in dry blood
and he hands me
a bucket with rags
and tells me
that my buddy
tom sawyer told him
i was trying to
cover up my sins
by painting at night
but now under
the sun i had to
paint it black
and mick jagger
would make sure
this was done
then tom comes by
and offers me
a dead rat
and i glance
at him and point out
that mick will
tell mr. clean
if i stop painting
then a red door
opens up
in the fence
and american soldiers
start coming through
from the jungles
of vietnam
and they just
shake their heads
sadly and walk past
like tired melted
green plastic toys.