THE WIND CRIES LARRY

After all the tramps are in their boxes
and the crowds have all gone to bed.
You can hear transvestites haggling
on Downing Street
Halfwits pressed for bread...
and the wind cries Larry.

A groom is wearily heaping
up the broken pieces of wedding day strife.
Somewhere a queen is bleeding
somewhere a king hides his knife...
and the wind whispers Larry.

The traffic cops they turn on you tomorrow
and bring their nothingness down on your head.
The traffic island sinks on down in the sea
‘cuz the life they live is lead...
and the wind screams Larry.

Will the wind ever discover
the pain it has sown in the past?
And in it’s clutch, it’s full rage and it’s redrum
it's whispers know this will be a blast...
and the wind cries Larry

©2007 Lyrics by Jon Kinyon (Deja Voodoo Music)

Notes: A homeless man surveys his surroundings, revealing his pessimism on love/marriage, his distrust of the police and his belief that nature is ultimately out to do him in.