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Beat Your Chest (Until You Drown In Your Bloodbath)
(March 30,1987 / Buffalo, New York)

Beat Your Chest (Until You Drown In Your Bloodbath)

Poem By Michael Fischer

Beat your chest
Till it's red
You're an American
Loud and proud
Atop war clouds
In sun blistered skin
Singing tin plate anthems
Littering the streets
And living comfortably
In conventional ways

Beat your chest
Till it's red
You're an American
Idle minds
And black hole lies
Tell you that you can't
But you believe in them
So you abide by them
Becoming one of them

But before you know it

Eczema
And disarray
Crack your egg shell head
While campaign hats
And pierced hands
Sweep the hairs from it

And as they seal the drain
And shampoo cleans your brain
Your heart bleeds from the blows
And the tub overflows

And when you drown in it
I'll say I told you so
As you live angrily
In conventional ways

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